[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000A111v6FSs48/s/750/750/tpee9740-3.jpg[/img][/center] [center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood, 1F -> E2[/center] [hr][hr]

Ash patted at the braid that bounded across her shoulder as she bounded after the others. She had little doubt that Arthur and she would be anything other than burdensome. They were young! She had never felt so small! Not to mention did Arthur even know how to use a sword or a dagger? Did Half-Bloods get some ingrained knowledge when they needed to use the weapons or was it survival based on how quick you were to pick up on those said skills? Questions flittered through her mind as she frowned at the skull on the pommel of the rapier. One small hand resting on the noggin's noggin lest he fall off.

[color=SlateBlue]"Using weapons is good and all but weren't people say something about powers?"[/color] Frowning more to herself as she stepped about a stick, the young girl tapped a finger on the skull's head. A sound accompanied by a complaint about each rap. [color=SlateBlue]"I don't really have any. Aside from being able to talk with my friends."[/color] Athanasia admitted, ignoring the outraged [i]'And giving new meaning to drumming up a headache!'[/i] from Chatters. [color=SlateBlue]"I do know how to stab peole though, and I can always throw Chatters at them."[/color] Offered the youngest of the group cheerily. Perhaps only cheered by the fact the skull could annoy more than merely her. Even if she was getting attatched to his incestent bable.