TANGLED, pjo₁

0.11

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SOMETIMES, SANITY MEANS FINDING TRANQUILITY IN THE CHAOS.

it was something that reagan became immediately accustomed to while working in the infirmary. slowly, as days passed and she gained more experience, ellie had decided that there was nothing more she could really teach her.

"you're a natural, even when you're not glowing like a light bulb," her older sister had said on their way back to the apollo cabin. it was relatively late, passed curfew at the very least and they was excused by chiron so that the cleaning harpes wouldn't swoop in just to peck at their eyes.

"you're just saying that because i'm your sister and you trained me," reagan casted a glance up at her sister, observing the small differences from the day they met a month ago.

her hair was starting to grow out, making it so that the natural black colour of her hair started to see light. the few time that a child of aphrodite would have to drag their ares partner (mainly kayden being dragged in by Elijah Prince with the intention of forcing the meat head - his words - into getting his injuries healed, with the bonus of trying to get him and ellie together) or when visiting a friend who'd been injured, they'd offer to re-dye her hair. to which ellie would have to explain that victoria needed to, because like reagan, she too could see a wider spectrum of colours and she'd be able to match the colour better then the aphrodite kids. plus, she'd want ellie to dye her hair in return.

apparently it's a tradition between the eldest and youngest daughters of apollo.

"maybe," ellie replied with a small smirk, "but i've also been told the same by several of your patients, rearea."

the gravel path they were walking on crunched beneath reagan's shoes as a small blush creeped up on her cheeks, "you're just saying that."

ellie let out an amused hum and ruffled reagan's long hair. in the time she'd been at camp and discovered her 'my hair glows when i sing' shtick, selina beauregard had help her by making a hair growth and care routine, that way there wouldn't be any breakage or damage that would need a drastic hair cuz to correct it. it would allow reagan to have more hair to heal people with, and if she were to have such long hair she'd rather it looked nice and feel soft to the touch.

she swatted ellie's hand away, "don't touch it, selina said that i'll get it oily if you keep touching it!" it sounded more like a whine of protest than anything else, but it seemed to work.

"and wrapping your hair around the stoll's allergic reactions isn't?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

reagan sent her a look as they walked by one of the many camp signs, and followed down a path that the arrow labeled as where the cabins would be, "that's different, they're dumb and keep picking on the demeter kids - well, on katie - when they're working in the strawberry fields. if i didn't heal them with my powers then they'd be eating so much ambrosia that it'd do more harm than good, and my healing takes less energy than singing hymns to dad."

"oh but whatever would you do if they got it tangled! you'd have to break your routine of brushing each side a hundred times before bed before wrapping it in silk," to further enhance her performance, ellie placed a hand to her forehead and one to her chest as she leaned against a nearby tree, "oh the tragedy of having to brush your hair before the sun sets!"

reagan blushed at the girls actions and grabbed her hand to drag her, continuing their path as they crossed over a small wooden bridge built over one of the camp's rivers. reagan huffed and replied, "you're just jealous."

"i am! i mean, you're seriously good at healing people with your powers, and now that you've got it under control, you barley even pass out rea," ellie than seemed to remember something, "also, while we're talking about healing, last week during capture the flag, i heard about what happened with lee!"