Why is Everything so Loud?! (Fem. Percy)

Weaving Some Lies

"You're not very good at this." I said, as I pressed down the weft.

"Weaving is Athena's domain," Dad grumbled. "I don't understand how you're this good at it."

"Practice. Plus triple checking." I kept working on the sheet. The last time the Stolls pranked the Demeter cabin, the sheets got burnt, so Chiron's been having everyone work at making new ones.

After that, we worked in silence and even if he would have said something, I was too focused on my task to notice. I didn't even notice everyone cleaning up until Dad shook me.

I finished pressing down the newest row before leaving the shuttle in a place where it wouldn't fall or get tangled. Someone else will pick up where I left off, with any luck it will be Malcolm.

"Where to next?" Dad asked.

"Stables. Blackjack gets upset if I don't spend time with him." I wiped a piece of hair off of my face. The summer heat was enough to make me sweat, and my jacket didn't help. How does Nico wear his all of the time?

Dad frowned. "If you're hot you should take off the jacket."

"I've been fighting off a fever." I started towards the stables. "It finally broke, but it's one of those things where I feel still feel cold."

I think he bought the lie. He didn't say anything about it. Good thing the gods can't get sick, he has nothing to base it off of.

Boss! Blackjack stood up and walked from his open stall to me. And Big Boss. He bowed.

"Rise." Dad smiled. "I must admit it is nice to finally meet the pegasus who has bravely served my daughter.

She doesn't make it easy. All I ask for is donuts and do I ever get them?

"Oh shush. You're the reason I'm banned at every donut shop in New York." I lightly shoved him.

Only two.

"Yeah, and those are the two you like." Blackjack pressed his head to my chest, letting me run my fingers through his mane and along the side of his neck. "Do you want brushed or anything? And by anything I mean anything besides donuts."

You said you were going to wash my coat last time. And the time before that. Honestly I'm starting to think you don't like how that soap smells.

I chuckled. He's close. "I'd wash you, but I don't think my dad wants to hear you complain about the water temperature."

"I don't want to hear him complain about not being washed either. And then he'd at least smell less like a monster." I looked at Dad and raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. "We gods have sharp senses. Sucked when we were in our father's stomach."

I grabbed a bucket and filled it with water from the nearby spicket. I grabbed the grooming supplies and ran the curry comb over his coat, loosening up the dirt. I did all of the brushing purely from muscle memory.

Taking a deep breath, I dunked the rag in the water and hurriedly washing his face. It's not just my fear at this point. If my hands are wet for too long, the water is going to try to heal the cuts. Thankfully, with washing his body I can use my powers for most of that controlling the water in the sponge to scrub him down.

Oh come on, Boss. You act like I'm going to kick you.

"You did that one time. If I would have been a couple inches to the right, it would have killed me."

Boss, at the most it would have paralyzed you.

I sighed. "Blackjack, my mortal point was the small of my back. If your hoof would have hit with that much force...bye bye Percy." Probably would have been for the better.

Blackjack stood frozen. I...I almost killed you.

"I'm fine. You didn't know. And plus, now I have an excuse to practice my powers when I wash you." I grinned and rinsed him off.

Dad was oddly silent. I looked over at him and saw him staring at a sleeping Porkpie and foal.

The filly lost her mom. You know the chestnut mare I kept going on about? Killed when she tried to get away from a monster. Porkpie managed to get the demigods home and he's been laying there with his kid since.

"Let me get this straight. You were crushing on your friends girlfriend?" I looked at Blackjack.

Before they got together. He walked over to me. He glanced at my dad before pressing his head to my chest again.

Why do I smell blood? His voice was soft in my mind and I could sense his concern.

"I was sparring with Dad and he hit my leg. It's probably still bleeding." I pulled up my pant leg to show him the bandage, which sure enough had a bit of red showing through.

Blackjack lowered his head and sniffed the wound. You need to be more careful. If you get killed, no one else will know to bring me donuts.

"Oh is that the only reason you like me? Because I can understand you?" I smiled. "Not because you enjoy my company?"

You thought I was a girl.

"So?" I raised an eyebrow. He raised his head back up to mine and rested it on my shoulder.

I don't actually have a defense for that.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and enjoyed his warmth. He hasn't avoided me and he's one of the few 'people' to care. Sure he hasn't asked how I'm doing, but he's here. More than I can say for my 'friends'. Wow. My only friend is a horse who I'm one of the only people who can hear him talk.

That just sounds super sad.

The conch blew for lunch and I released Blackjack. "See you later buddy." I walked over to Dad, who was still staring at Porkpie and his filly. I tapped Dad's shoulder and he looked over at me. "Time for lunch." I'm going to regret not ignoring the conch, but...I'd probably regret it more if I did.

I've been sitting in the same chair for like almost 3 hours. My butt hurts.

They gave me the option to go sit back with my mom, but I'm lazy and it's easier to ignore people out here.

Anyway, most of the schools around me are closed and I'm like, I don't have class anyway.

So....

See yah