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[h1]Ky' vie Morgan[/h1]
[h2]The Obstacle Tower ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2]
[sup]Interacting with: Hawley Griffin ([@Ghost Shadow]), Jessica Merrimont ([@smarty0114]), Gabriel Davidson ([@Grim327])[/sup][/center]

This was ridiculous… The moment that the meeting had been dismissed, Ky’ vie turned her head to look over at where Griffin was standing at her side, her metallic silver-blue eyes flicking lightly over his features for a moment before she shook her head- there was no way in Tartarus that he had been the one to do this. He was smarter than that; heck, they were [i]all[/i] smarter than that… every single one of them knew better than to go out of their way to steal from a God or Goddess. What had happened to Percy Jackson was well known within the camp- they all knew the story… knew what had become of the real thief; Luke may have had his faults, but in the end he proved himself to be the hero he always was… at least, in her eyes he had. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how Griffin was feeling about all of this; how Lord Hermes must be feeling about all of this… the only comfort she herself took was the fact that she’d be there by his side, doing everything she possibly could to help clear his name of the false accusations thrown his way.[/color]

[color=mediumspringgreen][i]”You know, I think the positive in this situation is that you get to add, Dove Thief, to your resume, and that sounds like a pretty cool title. Thanks for picking me thought, for real. I think between me, Ky’ vie, and Charlie’s little prodigy over there, that dove is as good as found.”[/i][/color]

[color=IndianRed]“As much as I appreciate your attempt at lightening the situation, Jess, this is no joking matter. Being considered a thief ain’t something to take pride in; especially when his life is on the line.” Frowning heavily in her disapproval of the joking nature of the daughter of Demeter, Ky’ vie clenched her jaw for a moment, her gaze tearing away from her so that she could look around at the campers who were still lingering around the stands before finally, she let her attention return back to the group as the fourth member of the quest made his way over to stand with the rest of them; the younger son of Athena looking rather nervous, though she wasn’t about to hold it against him in any way, shape, or form… a first quest could be scary; terrifying even- they’d all been through it before, and could all sympathize with how Gabe must have be feeling about the fact that he had been chosen for the group.[/color]

[color=firebrick][i]Well… I guess today don’t wanna stop bein’ dull. And thanks for the chance Hawley, though if I’m to be honest, I’m not completely sure why me, but whatever reason, I’ll still fight for ya. It’s gonna be nice to get to know yall better.”[/i][/color]

[color=IndianRed]Relaxing her body physically once Gabe had come to a stop by the group, Ky couldn’t help the warm and welcoming smile that crossed over her soft pink lips, her arms shifting at her side as she slipped her left hand down into one of the back pockets of her shorts while she reached out towards him with her right hand, allowing it to come to a soft rest upon his shoulder; the young red-head giving it an encouraging squeeze before she glanced at the other two in the conversation, eventually allowing her gaze to wander back to Gabriel as she tried to reassure him, “Oi, try not to over-think things too much, okay..? Oh, and don’t worry, if you’re anythin’ like your brother is, Gabe; then I know you and I are gunna be the best of mates.”

Patting his shoulder comfortingly a couple more times, Ky let her hand drop from his figure to instead match the other one by slipping it down into her other back pocket, her welcoming expression fading from her features and becoming more serious as she turned her full attention back over to Griffin, her head tilting lightly and causing stray strands of her long wavy locks to fall over her face as she did what she could to meet his gaze, “..we need to get a move on, Grif… my suggestion is we all get packed and meet at the big house as soon as possible; you need to go see Dare for the prophecy…”
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