[center][color=9e0b0f][h3]Dana Harada[/h3][/color]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/NiussKb.jpg[/img]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Diner, Olympus Academy
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Rebekah Cross [@Krayzikk][/center]

As Rebekah went on detailing her theories, a small smile began to tug on the ends of Dana's mouth - the only parts of her grin that were unimpeded by the straw that she was vacuuming her shake with. The Japanese girl chewed over the well of information, no doubt painstakingly accumulated, that her fellow demigod had shared. Some of it made sense. Some of it was beyond her, clearly spoken with a wealth of research that Harada hadn't partaken in. Some of it was...just cool to think about.

She took a sip from her shake again and then spun the straw 180 degrees, so that it pointed forward against the side of the glass facing Rebekah.

[color=9e0b0f]"Or perhaps it is a more...human boundary? Perhaps they go where they see a chance to find love."[/color] Dana shrugged and flicked her straw back in her direction, slinging her right hand over her bare left tricep as she leaned down and took another long sip of her creamy beverage. Her eyes never left Rebekah's, even as she sat up straight again with ramrod posture. [color=9e0b0f]"Gods revel in worship. Many of us remember our parents as being there for a brief time upon our birth, or when we first discovered our nature. They were around long us to remember them, to make us ache in their absence, and then they leave when we have other wants and needs beyond them. Think of baby birds."[/color]

Harada put a hand over her book softly and thought of her own father, as she knew him - handsome, brash, coarse; mercurial, her mother told her...but around Dana, he had always laughed.

[color=9e0b0f]"Just a thought."[/color]