《 son of neptune - mark of Athena 》
《 oc x jason grace 》
Chiara was thinking for the first time
in her life that
she could have a normal year
without a
family member dying or someone
wanting h...
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🇨 🇭 🇦 🇵 🇹 🇪 🇷 🇫 🇮 🇻 🇪 ༄⁂ AT LEAST THE CAMP FOOD WAS GOOD. Invisible wind spirits-aurae-waited on the campers and seemed to know exactly what everyone wanted. They blew plates and cups around so quickly, the mess hall looked like a delicious hurricane. If you got up too fast, you were likely to get beaned by beans or potted by a pot roast.
Chiara got gnocchi with some sauce on top - one of her favorite foods. It reminded her of the afternoons she spent with her family in Italy when she was a little girl. She used to love cooking, having two other siblings it was the only time of the day she could spent alone with her mama. They would always make a mess but they didn't care, they were just interested about having fun. Later on, when they had perfected the dish, they would go out in the garden and watch the sun set while playing mythomagic with Nico and Bianca. Maria - her mother- would just put on music and read books; all of which she gave to Chiara once she finished reading them. It was peaceful back then and whenever Chiara ate dishes that reminded her of her mother or read the books she used to read back then it was like she time traveled and relived all those memories.
Percy got a cheeseburger and a strange-looking soda that was bright blue. The others didn't seem to understand that, but Percy tried it and grinned. Chiara and Nico shared eye contact and smirked knowing exactly how significant all blue food were to him.
"This makes me happy," he said. "I don't know why...but it does."
Just for a moment, one of the aurae became visible-an elfin girl in a white silk dress. She giggled as she topped off Percy's glass, then disappeared in a gust.
The mess hall seemed especially noisy tonight. Laughter echoed off the walls. War banners rustled from cedar ceiling beams as aurae blew back and forth, keeping everyone's plates full. The campers dined Roman style, sitting on couches around low tables. Kids were constantly getting up and trading places, spreading rumors about who liked whom and all the other gossip.
As usual, the Fifth Cohort took the place of least honor. Their tables were at the back of the dining hall next to the kitchen. This table was always the least crowded. Tonight it was Hazel and Frank, as usual, with Percy, Chiara and Nico and even Dakota, who sat there, Chiara figured, because he felt obligated to welcome the new recruit. Chiara didn't usually sit there she preferred joining Reyna, Dakota and the other centurions at their table but tonight was a special occasion.
Dakota reclined glumly on his couch, mixing sugar into his drink and chugging it. From time to time, Chiara would send him a what's wrong look which he returned with an act that always annoyed her. It wasn't a good sign that he was drinking so much so early in the night.
"So." He burped, waving his goblet. "Welcome to the Percy, party." He frowned. "Party, Percy. Whatever." Chiara chuckled and Dakota just shrugged at her.
"Um, thanks," Percy said, but his attention was focused on Nico and Chiara. "I was wondering if we could talk, you know...about where I might have seen you before."
