Bottled Up | PJO

⇝τέσσερα(IV)⇜

'With new territories comes new dangers'

They had boarded the plane with no time to spare given Tanya's somewhat hasty planning and the slight delay they had finding the platform. The three had not managed to get seats close by leaving them scattered through the plane. Estelle found herself next to another family much like herself. A teenage girl cradled a book on her lap as she sat next to her mother and baby sibling, probably a boy based off the blue tinged clothes. Estelle's hand reached for the small carry-on bag she'd thrown together. Her hand blindly reached in and grasped the harmonica and her fingers brushed against the intricate carving on the polished wood surface of it. The instrument had no purpose except offering her a small sense of comfort as she stared up the aisle to her mother's seat.

Tanya had found herself stuck between two older women, one of them persistently did and undid a crochet knot in the fuzzy scarf she was attempting at while the other was scribbling away at sudoku. Tanya's focus was directed at her phone as her typing speed mirrored her anxious expression. Perhaps she was regretting the incident at home but she herself wasn't sure how to explain. Not even which god to talk about. She pressed send and watched as the slow plane WIFI do its job. Her gaze flickered up briefly to look at Estelle, and further down the aisle, Henry.

Henry had gotten the better end of the deal as he sat next to two Curetes, both of whom were decked out completely in tourist merch. He only vaguely recalled the tale on how the attendants of Rhea helped safeguard baby Zeus. Curie, the more serious one, was dressed in some acid-washed jeans and had on a few pairs of jumpers layered underneath his jacket while Bant wore a graphic tee with the letters 'PARIS' printed over a depiction of the Eiffel tower. Both of them sported a tan- or they naturally had a bronze skin tone- and an assortment of badges similar to those you'd find on boy scouts. The friendlier of the two had taken to sharing their journey across the world.

"We must pay young Dionysus a visit," Bant chattered on as Curie added a stamp to his scrapbook. "My brother and I have been finding the greatest of creations by humans. Did you know they keep adding different sounds to drums."

"We think we might add it to our choreography," Curie joined the conversation.

Bant frowned, "That was a secret- but yes, we have formulated the best for the young god"

Henry wondered, for the umpteenth time, if he should warn them that Dionysus was not so young anymore but decided against it. Henry was brought to attention when the two stared at him in question. He'd missed part of the conversation. "Sorry, did you say something?"

"What is the purpose of your travel, Satyr?" Curie asked his tone almost sinister

"Just," he gave a (un)convincing smile, "camp?"

"Ah yes," Bant nodded as if this made all the sense in the world, "the punishment from a millennia ago, tad bit unnecessary but who are we to judge, right?" he ended it with a humorous chuckle

"Personally we enjoy the beverage in comparison to the fizzy 'soda', it's very lackluster and almost always gives us a stomachache"

"By we he means himself," Bant corrected. He leaned a bit closer to Henry, "you know his kind, too alcoholic for my taste"

"Right," Henry gave an awkward smile and changed the topic, "what about the other Curetes? or is it just you guys..?"

"Just us, the rest are still reforming after some demigods used us as targets"

"They had weird uniforms, purple and all", Curie tapped a vibrant purple scrap of cloth he'd pasted in his scrapbook.

"It's a fashion statement," Bant shook his head at his brother