it was silent for a bit, half recoiling into the shadows of large wings as if she was never meant to see this true form of him. his face was beautiful, but the rest was more suited to dark stories told at camp fires. though, it seemed to ease after a moment. thinking it over before finally responding. a voice smooth, like it was more meant for a poet rather than a hermit.
" you must probably know my maker ... she's probably had a say in your arrival. athina always does find the gifted children ... one way or another. "
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