princess // percy jackson (under editing)

i. twelve - perseus' grief doesn't give a sh*t about his schedule

words : 3879

* * *

alliah was miffed - bewildered, frustrated, upset.

pissed off.

she had never thought her nostrills could experience such a horrible stench wafting into them - but here she was, about to hurl from the overwhelming stink that was, pegasi shit.

she felt as if her experience had been robbed of the joy and curiosity it should've been filled with meeting one of those mystical beasts up close for the first time. but instead of marvelling over the winged creatures, she was frowning and gagging over the turds that came out of them and the way their stables reeked.

for such magical creatures, she guessed their shit was magically a little worse than usual horse shit - something she wished she'd never have had to find out.

but wrapping a rubber-gloved hand around the spatula-like shovel she had been given for the job, she knew there was no way out of it.

so her face frozen in disgust and attempting to control her nostrills into blocking out everything - even if it meant she would stop breathing - she slowly made her way towards the first stable station for the first pegasus; some kid named porkchop.

"ok, on three seriously i'll go..." she muttered to herself for the fifth time in the last ten minutes, frozen in the same spot as she was two minutes ago.

no matter what she'd wanted to do, her feet seemed to be frozen on the spot as if she were paralyzed. she wondered if she could claim paralysis and use that as an excuse for not getting the job she was supposed to do, done.

"you need to invest in nose plugs." a voice suddenly spoke behind her. "it helpes make the job way easier, trust me."

she turned to find a young boy who seemed to be about her age, with a full head of brown curls. she noticed two little horns poking out and hidden amongst them.

"hello?" she rose an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised that she had a new companion. she'd been told she would be undergoing this punishment alone.

"hey," the boy smiled warmly. "sorry to barge in, just thought you'd want some help since it's your first time out here. i don't recognize you though, are you new around here?"

alliah nodded. "yup, believe it or not, took me a full week and a little more to land my ass in the next trouble i could find."

the boy smirked. "there are others much worse than you, trust me."

he pulled a small baggy out of the pocket of his brown coat and alliah backed off.

"look, man, i'm not interest..." her voice trailed off when she saw the pair of small gumdrop-like nose plugs in the bags. "oh..."

"don't worry, they're not used or anything." the boy offered them to her, feeling a little awkward because of her initial reaction.

what could she have possibly thought was in the bag?

"the others never listen to me when i tell them to invest in these." he shook his head. "so i'm just hoping you don't make the same mistake, kid."

"kid?" alliah smirked a little. "aren't you a little too young to be calling me 'kid'?"

the boy shrugged. "i'm actually 22..."

"mhm..." alliah rose an eyebrow.

"i'm a satyr." he explained. "we always look much younger than we actually are, but i am still pretty young satyr-wise - still old enough to call you 'kid' though."