[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood[/center]
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Stygian iron, a curious thing Athanasia noted with a shrewd eye. While she wouldn't begrudge Arthur the weapon, she did puzzle of the world and how these new developments would change it. If their father was Hades, the King of the Underworld, then did their powers reflect on bones and those who were dead? It matched what she had experienced before in life. Her friends, especially those from the large graveyard she had visited when her mother was lecturing others on something or other. "Miss?" The skull clacked, as her grip changed to support his cranium and no long hold him by the eye sockets. Raising a brow she glanced back at Kiera and smiled with a slight wave. She'd be fine, Kiera didn't need to worry about her or vice versa.

Looking back to Arthur she gestured with a nod of her head after Chiron. [color=SlateBlue]"To question now and chat later?"[/color] She offered quietly. If they were going to be sharing a cabin it only reasoned that they would have time to speak in private later. She would also have time later to contemplate why her mother never told her. Following after the wheelchair bound man, she stared at the odd looking cabin and blinked several times. Seeing cabins that looked so dissimilar was one thing. But Athanasia was sure one was made to be some sort of storm shelter with the amount of barbwire about it. Another looked like it was made of nothing but green leafy things. All in all it was stunning to see the vast display. [color=SlateBlue]"Aren't all weapons dangerous? They are weapons? And why are the cabins so different? Why is there a Camp? Why do the monsters want to eat us?"[/color] Frowning she studied the old man with a thoughtful frown. There were too many questions and she needed answers!