𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬: (adj.) loving
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"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫."
Esmeralda Antoinette positively infuriated Percy Jackson. If she threw one more pebble at him, he was going to lose it.
Percy Jac...
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𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕
'𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.'
What did that mean?
Esmeralda tried, she reallydid, but she couldn't wrap her mind around it. Dionysus knew who her mother was? He was acquainted with her in the very least? What was the extent of it? Knowing of each other? Friends? Best friends? Practically family? She tried racking her mind for knowledge from both recent events and long ago during personal studies: Mythology surrounding Dionysus and who he was said to have traveled with—but nothing of striking importance stood out.
It was as if everything that she could've pieced together was being smudged away from her memory to sit as an ashy, blurry slate.
The group's current goal centered around the transportation to the garden homing the Hesperides—Zoe's sisters. Tomorrow was the winter solstice, and with Dionysus' wise words of warning, it gifted Zoe all she needed to guide her group of demigods and one satyr—the only issue, as aforementioned, was how they were going to arrive before sunset. With the pace they were moving, it was simply impossible. The Ophiotaurus needed to be transported safely, and they needed to find a vehicle.
In other words, problems were arising quicker than solutions.
"I'll go with him." Grover, the catalyst of all, interrupted Thalia and Zoe's conjoined rambling. He stated so with a slight tremble to his tone, but otherwise confident as could be, "Esmeralda and I are the only ones who can talk to him, but she needs to complete her quest, and you'll need her to save Artemis and Annie. This is what I'm supposed to do, I know it." He crouched beside the Ophiotaurus' floppy ear and whispered an imperceptible rhyme. Whatever tension that once inhabited itself in the creature's body dissipated. Esmeralda never felt more jealous of a sacrificial bull in her life.
"The blessing of the Wild," He filled in generously, "That should help with safe passage. Percy, pray to your dad, too. See if he will grant us protection through the seas. And Esmeralda," Grover fiddled nervously with the cuticle of his index finger, "None of us know your mother yet, but she did help the Ophiotaurus this far. So could you try with her? If you think you can get through to her, that is..?"
