The chameleon and the dolphin (Camilo X daughter of Poseidon)

Antonio? No.

*This image is not mine. It is found on google. Credits to the owner.*

Julieta's POV
I grabbed a few buns coated in jam and a cup of coffee before making my way upstairs. I passed a few rooms, greeting those just getting up, and stopped at a door. It was new and different, just like the person staying behind it.
I ran my hand against the door slowly. Somehow she feels it, and it helps me tell her mood; warm and blue means good, cold and purple means bad.

I entered her room and glanced at her bed, expecting her to be there, but she wasn't. My heart sunk but rose again when I saw her. She was on the couch under the window. She had a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, and her body was leaning against the window. She was staring at something and I inched closer to see what it was, but I heard it first. Laughter.

Antonio was running around, playing with the animals. I watched quietly, carefully studying her expression. Her face was expressionless but her eyes held the tiniest sliver of warmth, and the longer she watched him, the more it grew. Every time Antonio smiled, her eyes widened a little and her lower lip trembled. She watched him intently, but I knew it wasn't him she was seeing, it was someone else.

"That's my nephew, Antonio. He's the one that found you." The twitch of her ear was the only indication that she had heard me, that she was listening. I set her breakfast down on a soft cushion and brought it over. "It was just two years ago that he got his gift." That seemed to catch her attention. Her eyes shifted, easing out of its trance. "He's seven this year; likes playing around with the animals, helping out here and there. He's a good kid."

I sat facing her, breakfast in hand. "Maybe you can meet him someday." Her eyes dimmed. She stood up and shut the windows, like shutting out a painful memory. I sighed quietly and handed her the cushion. She sat down, grabbed the cushion and handed me a bun. I gave her a grateful smile and we ate silently. She had her head lowered the entire time, I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Maybe one day... but today certainly wasn't that day.