the winemaker's daughter [ percy jackson & the olympians ]

chapter six

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁༉‧₊˚.[𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙻𝚈𝙼𝙿𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚂]

chapter six: i don't get my entire personality from my dad ( thankfully )

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PERCY JACKSON had never seen camp half-blood during the wintery season before. that was obvious with the pure astonishment on his features. the innocent curiosity glowing on his face was a dead giveaway, but ashanti thought it was adorable. there was a little gasp that fell from his mouth as he took in how different his home of two years looked. the snow blanketed softly on everything around seemed almost impossible—well, to percy.

the dionysus girl was willing to bet he doubted it was possible in the first place. camp half-blood had the ultimate magical climate control, which meant they were spared of ugly weather unless by the will of the gods themselves. ashanti guessed a few campers pestered her father for a light snow fall so they could make snowmen ( a guess she developed from the few little ones gathered by the hermes cabin working diligently ).

after gaining a bit of distance from apollo and his rather heated choice of travel, percy slowly stopped being so closed off and quiet toward ashanti. originally, she'd thought it had something to do with apollo ( as grover made a point to suggest the very moment they had a second to exchange whispers ), but the weird behavior seemed to die almost immediately.

they were back talking to one another as they were before, percy even going as far to confess that he assumed camp half-blood was warm and sunny year round. light snowfall allowed frost to cover the chariot track and the strawberry fields where ashanti and grover spent most of their afternoons. it was like the entire camp was doused in winter wonderlandian magic, and percy was witnessing it for the very first time.

their cabins where all carefully decorated with tiny, flickering lights that weren't too different from real, mortal christmas lights. well, except that these christmas lights were balls of colorfilled fire that magically held their placements despite the soft wind that curled through the air and nipped at their noses. lights glowed around the entirety of camp, some even decorated the outside of the big house, camp head-quarters.

it'd taken ashanti and chiron almost everything in them to convince ashanti's father, dionysus, that the big house should be decorated as well, despite the god thinking the entire thing was a silly waste of time. a few unsatisfied frowns from ashanti, and nods of agreement from chiron swayed the god the slightest bit before he grumbled that maybe it wouldn't be the very worse thing in the world if their head-quarters was a bit more in the festive mood.

even in the attic of the big house, where the oracle of delphi resided, there flickered a fire, where the dionysus girl sometimes wondered if the mummified body roasted marshmallows, or tried to soak up the warmth from the flames.

"wow," nico gasped as he slowly slipped off the last step of apollo's 'sun bus express' with an expression of pure childlike awe. he blinked multiple times if the things he were seeing were quite unreal. amused, ashanti watched as his eyes wide in wonder, shot from detail to detail of her home without the slightest sign of slowing down. or, it didn't seem like it, until he caught sight of something the ten-year-old deemed truly amazing. excitement seemed to shoot through his veins, he bounced on the toes of his shoes for a moment before turning to percy with the widest grin, "i-is that a climbing wall?"