[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Dining Pavilion[/center]
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"[color=4286f4]Massive flying ship is safe. Got it.[/color]" He said, blinking. All he could think was that there was no way something like that was at all inconspicuous. Wouldn't people take note of something like that? Or was the Mist that strong? Either way, it was a lot to take in. But, he just had to keep rolling with the punches. This was the way things were now, and even if they were totally different, that just meant things were following a different set of rules. Arthur nodded with Des, "[color=4286f4]Let's go, I wanna get out of here.[/color]" A change of scenery would help, he thought, give him a chance to sort through his feelings without constantly thinking of [i]her[/i].

The thought of monsters coming after them left him with a sense of dread, but the older kids seemed fine with it. This must just be one of the things Halfbloods had to get used to, especially if they ventured off camp. Monsters and demigods went hand in hand, it seemed. With that knowledge, he was grateful that Rebecca would be helping him hone his abilities on this journey. He didn't want to feel useless, or even worse, helpless ever again. This would help him with that, give him a way to protect himself and keep him, and the people he loved, safe. He didn't even know exactly what he could do yet, but he hoped that being a son of the god of the underworld had some benefits.