paradisa | Day One: Party!

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!plot: camp half-blood

Day One: Party!

[it's the summer solstice and a huge group of demigods safely made it to camp. This is clearly a good omen for things to come. The camp is alive with music and dancing. The satyrs are jamming on their lutes and the tree nymphs come out of the trees to dance. Everybody's invited!

The party will go on long into the night. It's all for you guys, so have a blast!]

[Mingle | Eat | Dance | Campfire ( go tag! and backtags on the tour post are still okay!)]

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[ But the last comment cuts him short and his eyes widen even more than hers. ]

You-- You are her... [ ‘daughter... but... then, that sensation before was...‘ ]

[ keysmashing asdfghjkl. ]

( crap, crap, crap. never before has Annabeth let it slip that she's the daughter of a Goddess. at least, not to any mortals apart from Rachel Elizabeth Dare — but a Saint?

dang it. )

Joking—! Joking, I was joking! Of course I'm not really her daughter. ( again, it left her lips before she had a chance to properly stop it. never before has she had to pretend she wasn't her mother's daughter. it was awkward and she honestly didn't like it. )

I mean, I'm... Usually a water nymph. Mm-hm. ( except not. and that wasn't a very believable lie, was it? crap. )

[ No Annabeth. That isn't believable. Nope.

Saga can't help but stare at her. This is so surreal. Back at the Sanctuary, the Goddess' incarnation was practically a child -- a thirteen-year-old lady but still a child -- and now her daughter (despite she's from another world) is before him. Athena, who swore to sacrifice her human condition to protect the mortals. To have an universal love for humankind.

His expression is a saddened one. The pang of conscience remains in his heart and it won't go away for all he knows... ]

[ ... But also he swore to protect everything his Goddess loves and cares for. Maybe Athena, Annabeth's mother, is different from his Athena. Even so, she would have entrusted her to his care. And he wil do so.

Saga shifts and kneels before the girl, head and gaze down. ]

Lady Annabeth.

S, Saga...

( wait, what is he doing? what's going on? crap, what's happened here? her gaze follows him as he lowers himself to the ground and instantly she's on her feet, waving her hands to try and stop him. )

N, no — what are you doing? ( oh gods, what did he just call her? blushing horribly, she shakes her head with her hands now. )

[ He won't hesitate in doing this in her presence, despite she's standing.

His voice is gentle but firm and determined. ]

I know our worlds are different. And the Gods are different themselves as well. But you are my Goddess' daughter.

[ Head up and looking at her. ] As I made an oath to protect her, to die for her, now I make this oath to you.

St, stop— ( oh gods, this is embarrassing! ) —get up, you don't have to do that. E, ever. Please...

( ffft, how did this happen? she's so flustered right now, words are so hard to form in this moment.

a saint.
of her mother's.
wants to protect her. )

Saga, you don't need to make that oath to me, I— I'm not—

[ Awkwardly, he does as she says. And his expression softens. ]

I owe my Goddess so much. Even more than I deserve. [ Oh Goddess, he knows. ] But even so, I want to carry out said oath. She isn't here but you are. We don't know how many dangers there can be.

... Only if I may.

( at least he's back on his feet, for that she's rather grateful.

her lips tug into a thin, line and her brow furrows in concern. more than he deserved—? what did he mean by saying something like that? gods, if only she could talk to her mother, maybe she could...

...but then, the gods don't typically just appear whenever their children want or need them to. shifting her weight from one foot to the other a bit awkwardly, she gives him a gentle nod, giving in. )

A, Alright. Okay, I can't just tell you to not carry your oath, I know how important those are... ( still, it's a bit embarrassing. what does this mean, exactly? +1 knight at her side or something? )

I... Accept your oath.

[ Lucky girl, you do have a knight now. A soothing smile takes over his lips. ]

I apologize. I wish I could have made this with my Cloth present. You may think I am joking because of my looks.

( sweet, it's like she's a princess now! )

It's okay, I believe you if only because of how you didn't think I was crazy for saying Athena is my mom, actually.

( because mortals might have thought as much. )

[ Technically, she is! \o/ ]

Then we thought about the same. [ Now he feels more at ease. ] I was told my Goddess was beautiful even before taking a human form.

You are as well.

( don't tell her that, she'll wibble and flail and deny it forever. )

I don't know what she looks like in anything but her human form. They say that looking upon the Gods in their true forms will incinerate us from its intensity. But she's beautiful, and kind, and wise, and... ( okay, let's stop the fangirling of your own mother, Annabeth.

she blushes at his comment to her, though. )

Beautiful? Me? Hardly... But thanks anyway.

[ Adorable daughter is adorable. ]

Indeed you are. And she-- [ Suddenly keeps quiet. Now that he thinks about it, he can't remember how Athena looked like. It's as if a black mist was covering his mind... How can that be possible?

He realizes the abrupt silence and offers Annabeth an apologetic smile. In compensation... ] There is a statue of Athena at the Sanctuary. Her face looks gentle and wise, she has wavy hair and is holding her shield in her left hand and Nike in her right.

I—I'm not— ( this is just going to be an endless argument, so she's just going to focus on talking about her mother. )

I've seen that kind of statue before of mom, in museums. She's so amazing, I want to be just like her. I want to build things and help people and to train so I'm as wise in battle as she, and...

( ffft, more fangirling. okay, that's going to stop now. really. all done. )

[ Okay. He won't argue, heh. But look! How cute and happy she looks! ]

I know you will be like her someday. And we can do something about the training part.

I've been training pretty well since I was seven, when I first came to Camp Half-Blood, but. ( she smiles ) I'd never turn down a spar to keep up with my learning.

[ Yeah, he was waiting for her to say it. A smug grin in response to the challenge. ]

I will not be so lenient, so you have to be ready when the moment comes.

( she returns his grin with a smirk of her own. )

I'm always ready, Saga.

[ He sits and makes a gesture for her to sit beside him. ]

Tell me, what kind of training did you have?

( lowering herself to sit once more, she tilts her head in thought. )

Mm, hand-to-hand, sword combat, knife skills, archery...

[ Wow! That pretty much does it! But... ]

Have you heard about the Cosmo?

Cosmo?

( there's a variety of things he could mean, so, she's lost on the specifics here. )

[ Gazes at the sky. ]

As you may know, the universe was created as the result of an explosion that happened millions of years ago, the Big Bang. Saints are born and blessed with a superhuman energy thanks to a cosmic explosion that occurs within them.

With said energy they can open the lands and crash the stars.

( she watches as he talks. he's so passionate about it, it sort of sends tingles along her spine. )

...and that's called Cosmo?

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