â â â ŕ˝ @punkseas â˝ đercy âž ŕ˝ -> âą â˝ đ . âž â â so, uh â what did you say your name was ? â â
đšursing of lips brings them into a thin, amused line. percy has arrived with the weight of prophecy on his shoulders & wearing the SPITTING IMAGE of his father's face, yet seems pitifully unaware of whom he's addressing. it's fair enough â cecily has stayed distant from the camp, from demigods as a whole, since the 17th century. no cretinous deity has anything to offer her in good faith, & such has been PROVEN in her darkest moments. among the last of her contacts still remains chiron, who understands the importance of having eyes everywhere & will occasionally amicably exchange information with cecily so that the sisterhood & campers alike might stay informed. the name percy jackson has certainly floated around in a number of instances, though there's NO USE indulging this information to percy himself. â â oh, where are my manners ? â â chin lifts a little, eyes seeming to let up on their scrutiny as they meet with percy's. disposition isn't threatening in the slightest, only carrying an AURA of intrigue 'pon an otherwise unreadable mask. â â one tends to collect names at my age, but you may call me cecilia. â â nocturne's evening swell keeps the room dense & heavy, yet it always flows AROUND cecily â careful not to interfere in its mistress's dealings. â â yours is a face i wasn't anticipating this evening, son of poseideon. â â








