LEO MADE IT UNTIL THE INFIRMARY BEFORE GETTING PERSONAL WITH HIS QUESTIONS.
Will led them down the valley, pointing out the dining pavilion, and the array of cabins, although he didn't go into too much in detail with them.
"Skye will show them individually to you," he assured an awestruck Leo. Skye chuckled at Leo's open-mouthed expression.
"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," she teased, reaching a hand to firmly push his jaw up.
"This is so cool!" grinned Leo. His head whipped around at a mile an hour, and Skye empathized with the wonder in the son of Hephaestus's eyes. "Skye, where's your cabin?"
Skye pointed at the largest, oldest, and most worn-looking of the cabins. Its dull brown paint was still as chipped off as it was before she left, and a caduceus hung from the door. Despite its bedraggled appearance, Skye felt a thrum of warmth when she looked at the place that had housed her for several summers; her home, her safe place, and even though one could hardly get a minute of peace in the Hermes Cabin, she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. The sleeping bags strewn all over the floor, the rumpled sheets, the constant sounds of murmuring even in the dead of night as older campers reassured younger ones after a night terror; it was all as familiar to her as reading Greek.
Leo's eyes rounded, taking in the state of Skye's cabin. She had no idea what he was thinking--what he was judging—but she found herself squaring her shoulders, preparing to shoot a rebuttal for any barb he threw her way. Instead—
"Can we go inside?"
Skye blinked. Whatever she'd been expecting to hear, that wasn't it. Leo's face held none of the disappointment most newbies wore when they saw the cabin they would be staying in; rather, Leo's face remained open, curious, and struck with wonder. Another, more powerful rush of fondness swept through Skye for this small Latino boy composed of equal parts mischief and genuine interest.
"Maybe later, Curls," she said, ruffling his hair. "Let's stop by the infirmary first, or else Will will—" she snickered at her pun, "—murder me and tap dance over my grave. Then, we'll see about a more detailed tour."
Leo's eyes lit up, and he was practically bouncing on his feet when the infirmary came into view. Will ducked inside first, already calling orders to his half-siblings inside. Skye was about to follow when Drew Tanaka swept past, looking as immaculate as always except for the barest sneer curling the corner of her mouth when her eyes fell on Skye.
Skye stared back, jokes and sarcastic quips aside, with the utmost sincerity she could muster within her expression. She couldn't tell if Drew managed to read her face or not, for the other girl simply scoffed and turned away, striding to the cluster of cabins.
When Skye turned back, Leo was staring at her with a pensive face and it took her a moment to realize that he had probably witnessed the entire interaction just now.
"Drew can be a bitch, but I'm going to be the bigger person here and admit that I was more of one in this situation," she said casually.
Leo didn't say anything when they entered the infirmary, and he continued to stay silent as Skye was directed to an empty chair close to the infirmary doors; only after her bandages were applied to her shoulder and Will was in the process of giving her an icepack while instructing her on using it properly (all his words went in one ear and out the other. It wasn't like Skye could help it! Medical jargon was just that: jargon), did Leo finally speak, low enough that only Skye heard.
"Is Drew your ex or something?"
Skye almost dropped the icepack, which would have made Will blow a gasket. "Say what?"
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SILVER LINING. ( j. grace & p. mclean )
FanfictionSkye Masuda, descendant of Poseidon and daughter of Hermes, knew her life was bad luck. In fact, she believed she was cursed, due to being descended from the Greek hero, Bellerophon, who had the worst luck. Seemingly, the only good thing about her l...
