[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F5BCC9]Desdemona Pemberton[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/8FJsUlhnBf5OvF0NBM/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F5BCC9]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood - Barrier Entrance -> The Arena
[b][color=F5BCC9]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Mona was a bit taken aback at how easy that was. She expected some type of pushback. After all, most of her siblings seemed like the type to snitch to mommy about what the other siblings were doing. Theresa was not the type, it seemed, and that put her well above the others in Mona's book. [color=F5BCC9]"Cool, can't wait. I've never been to Manhattan, during the day or night. I'm looking forward to it."[/color] And she was, truth be told.

After Theresa suggested they go to the arena, Mona realized she had just won a battle with mythical creatures and lived to tell the tale. No more running from centaurs for her! [color=F5BCC9]"Yeah, let's go. Can always use more practice."[/color] She trusted her abilities more, having won the Capture the Flag game as well as taking out these beasts. Her mind was slowly moving from death to the possibilities before her. Was that how coping worked? She didn't know nor did she wish to find out, so long as it worked.