▃▃▃ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴅ-ᴊ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
▃▃ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ▃▃ In which the only daughter of Persephone sneaks on a quest to see the world for the first time since she's been at camp. The daughter of wisdom...
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Elara ended up keeping watch while Percy sailed the ship. Originally, Annabeth was supposed to be the lookout, but the constant rolling of the waves didn't agree with her stomach. After only a couple of hours on deck, she looked like she was going to puke. It took a lot of convincing from Elara, but eventually, Annabeth went below deck to lie down.
Elara scanned the horizon, her eyes sharp and alert. She had spotted a few monsters lurking beneath the waves, their dark shapes darting through the water. She couldn't make out what kind they were, but each time she saw one, a shiver ran down her spine.
Tiredly, she leaned against a beam, her sketchbook resting in her lap. She had been drawing to keep herself awake, the rhythmic scratching of her pencil a comforting distraction.
"Hey," Percy said hesitantly, sitting down in front of her, cross-legged. "What are you drawing?"
Elara eyed him warily. They had barely exchanged words since she had blown up at him and Annabeth on the boat hours ago. Despite the tension, she didn't regret snapping at them. She had meant every word she said.
Reluctantly, Elara turned her sketchbook around. Percy's eyes softened when he saw the drawing—a pair of eyes, blue-green and intense. The smudges on the page showed how many times she had erased and redrawn them.
"Whose eyes are those?" Percy asked, his voice gentle.
"Um... yours, actually... are they... bad?" Elara admitted meekly.
Percy shook his head. "No, no, they're really good," he said honestly.
He took a deep breath, his expression serious. "Look... Elara... I'm sorry. You were right. This entire time, you kept telling me how I needed to appreciate Tyson. I was being an ass to him, and if he were here, I'd tell him that. You had no one your entire life, and I had Tyson, and I wasn't a good brother to him. I'm sorry, Elara."
Elara bit her lip, her emotions conflicting. "I... It's not okay what you did,but I... It's not okay what you did, but I appreciate the apology. Tyson deserves better, and you recognizing that is a start."...
Percy nodded and, with a silent question in his eyes, waited for Elara's approval before flipping through her sketchbook.
Elara's sketchbook was a delightful mix of randomness. It was brimming with sketches of people and animals. There were detailed drawings of Annabeth, numerous sketches of Lysander, and even a few of Morpheus. One page featured Grover in a surprisingly well-drawn wedding dress, another depicted a woman with burnt cookies and green eyes, and there was a beautiful sketch of a lady with flowers in her hair—likely her mother.
