𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚎

Godly Parents Probably Owe Child Support|| 8.

As soon as Sage saw Travis emerge from the crowd of campers, she could tell he was bad news. He face was adorned with a slanted smirk, the type that screamed 'I've probably already stolen your wallet, and you didn't even notice,' to Sage.

His auburn hair stuck up from his head in messy curls, like he'd been driving in a windowless car. As he all but jovially scampered towards them, he combed his slender fingers through his locks. "Yes, Annabeth?" He asked.

His voice was pungently colorful, and brimming with life. His words came out like a with a spring, as if they were a slinky falling down stairs. The sound wasn't deep, nor was it high. It remained somewhere in the middle, with a new breath in each word.

"Want to give Sage a tour?" Annabeth asked, glancing between them like she was regretting her decision. She furrowed her blonde brows as Travis bounced on the balls of his feet, before shrugging.

"Got nothing better to do," Travis replied. His gaze trailed over to Sage, and his dark eyes flicked over her. They were a deep hickory color, narrow and sly but warm. With the lighter flecks strewn through them, they reminded Sage of tree bark. In one long and sweeping motion, he stepped right beside Sage.

Annabeth pressed her lips into a line, before sighing. A curl of her hair blew up in this breath, before quickly falling back down. "Isn't your cabin supposed to be doing chores today?" She titled her head with a pointed look.

Travis propped a knobby elbow on Sage's shoulder. He had a smile raising the sides of his lips, which he was trying to suppress. "Like I said, I've got nothing better to do," he said.

Sage narrowed her eyes as Travis used her as an armrest. She could smell a fresh pine scent wafting off of him, a bit too strong for her taste. She wasn't so sure about the boy. Sage just didn't trust his grin, or how relaxed he seemed when everyone else was on edge.

Annabeth shot Sage an apologetic look. "Just don't steal anything from her, she's only been here a few minutes," she said like it was normal. Sage dipped her head forward only slightly, and rose an eyebrow.

"What?" She asked, blinking slowly. She didn't actually think he'd steal, but wasn't that surprised by to hear that he might. Annabeth glanced between them, waiting to her confirmation that Travis would not steal anything.

He rose his hands in defense, but Sage got the feeling he couldn't restrain the chuckle he gave. "I won't," he said with a grin. If Sage had anything for him to steal, she would be worried. Annabeth seemed satisfied with this, something Sage did not understand, and nodded them off.

Travis place both his thin hands on her shoulders, and gave a soft shove. As they began to walk, he leaned down beside her ear. "I won't steal anything from you," he whispered, while glancing over his shoulder. "But, I will steal anything you need from the gift shop," he said before clapping Sage on the shoulder. He drifted back beside her, and kicked a rock as they walked.

"What a gentlemen," Sage muttered just loud enough for the two of them to hear. Their shoes crunched across the dirt path, which led up from the lake. As she looked around, this camp had everything you'd expect to see in a movie. The sword fighting arena with kids holding real blades, a wall of literal lava, flying horses... she didn't know where to start.

"Thieves are very chivalrous," Travis said with the same tilted smirk from before. "I should know, my dad is Hermes. God of thieves, merchants and messengers."

"I know nothing about you, but somehow that still makes perfect sense," Sage remembered learning about Hermes on a class trip to a museum. Though, nothing about him really stuck in her mind. "So, how exactly does having a godly parent work?" She asked after a second's hesitation.