𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚎

Sage Hoped to Gods that She was Not Daughter of the Wino God|| 9.

Sage believed Travis was right in saying that she was not a child of Hermes. She'd never stolen anything- at least not without getting caught. This left her wondering who her godly parent could be though. As far as she was aware, there were no gods of glowing eyes and strange premonitions.

"I still can't believe you took my necklace," Sage said. She shouldn't have been too surprised. He did proudly proclaim that he was a spectacular thief.

The sunlight added a mischievous glint to his warm eyes. "Let's hope you get claimed at the bonfire," he chuckled. "You'll get eaten alive if you have to stay with the Hermes cabin tonight." She gave him a confused look, to which he shrugged. "Hermes is also the god of travelers. Meaning that his cabin is always responsible for hosting the kids who haven't been claimed yet."

"Oh, god." Sage did not like the sound of that one bit. Travis was sketchy, but that didn't mean she hated him or anything. But, a cabin full of Travises? That may have been the most scary part of her day.

"Gods," Travis corrected, while waggling a nimble finger at her. His hands were thin and long, perfect for pickpocketing.

Sage sighed, still not really used to the idea of there being gods and goddesses above. It made the girl curious to learn more about them. She wanted to hear tales of ancient Greece, to understand what each god was capable of. She also kind of didn't though, because they seemed temperamental from what she'd heard so far. "Right, gods..."

For a moment no words were shared between them. Sage savored the way a warm breeze brushed her hair, like the hand's of someone she loved. The spring weather seemed out of place in winter, but Sage didn't mind at the moment. That same scent of strawberries blended with a faint aroma of smoke. Most likely from the lava wall, if Sage were to guess.

The atmosphere was chipper, bursting with rampant kids, all bustling around. The sound of laughter clashed with the electrifying noise of swords hitting into one another. Even so, the place was calming in an odd way. Sage wasn't sure why, but as she stood amongst the chaos and happiness, it seemed right. Like the scales were finally balanced, and her worries could be set aside. She no longer had to wonder if she was insane. If she had made everything up in her head, and hadn't really seen that thing kill her father.

Travis threw an arm over her shoulder, and began to steer them both forward. "Let's guess who your godly parent will be," he said, like it would be a fun game. "Since you don't know if it's your mom or day, we can have a field day with it."

"I mean, I know nothing about any of them, but sure," Sage agreed, her eyes lingering on a cabin which reeked of perfume. It was like someone had gone into a perfume and cologne store, and sprayed all of them at the exact same time. She didn't know who's cabin that was, but she hoped she wouldn't have to stay there.

Travis saw where her gaze remained, and chuckled. "That's the Aphrodite cabin," he said. "Goddess of beauty, and love. All her kids are extremely attractive, and have a weird sixth sense about who likes who," he explained through a grin. Sage rose an eyebrow at the building, and crossed her fingers she didn't end up there.

"That doesn't seem like me," Sage said. After all, Sage had always been rather oblivious to people having feelings for herself. How could she possible be a child of the love goddess at that point?

Travis seemed to size her up in silence for a second. "Nah," he agreed. "Don't get me wrong, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen wash up on the shore of the lake. You don't have the same essence that kids of Aphrodite usually do though. Then again, not all of them do so it's possible," Travis rambled on. Sage noticed something in his eyes seemed to switch for a second. It was like his own words had dredged up painful memories, like the light was dimming.