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[color=ADD8E6][sup][b]Location:[/b] Big House - Camp Half-Blood; New York.[/sup]
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Satyr? Zeus? Demigods? Seriously, the longer people talked the more convinced Ryley was that she had actually been dragged into some weird-ass cult of the Greek Gods. Who in the hell believed that a bunch of old ass people lived at the top of mountains and could chuck around lightning bolts and stuff? Seriously. Ryley shot a look that could only be described as daggers towards the Satyr, surely just some weirdo in cosplay, and was about to bite his head off about not needing any sort of propaganda when she noticed a strange, golden glow on the ground around her. Slowly, her head tilted as she shifted her gaze upwards and her eyes grew wide at the sight of the glowing thunderbolt above her head. How the hell were they doing that!? Stood in slight shock for a few moments as another fact slowly dawned upon the girl, her mind thinking much more clearly since she had been shocked out of rage. The rainstorm that had seemingly set in on the camp as she had approached, hadn't truly set in on the camp at all. Instead, the raging storm hovered just above her own head, a small enough cloud to be a personal storm. 

Her attention was stolen from the Satyr, eyes wide and the emotions from earlier fleeing the girl's body. Instead replaced by shocked silence and a look of curiosity about it all. Intrusive thoughts shot through her mind, racing to the forefront without even a hint of resistance. Thoughts she would've considered impossible, the things of mere fantasy were it even twenty seconds ago. Yet... perhaps... could this not have been some weird cult? As she was lost in this myriad of thoughts about what might be true, what might not be true, the girl silently raised her hand towards the cloud above. Curiously, as if with a mind of its own, the storm reacted to her movements. A small funnel cloud spun up, reaching down to touch lightly to the girl's fingers as if it read her intentions to touch the clouds. Moments later, small tendrils of lightning shot down from the cloud and danced along her fingertips. Yet... they didn't hurt. If anything they felt energizing, and Ryley's eyes opened wide in shock. Moments later, the cloud disappeared. At that same moment, a wave of exhaustion slammed into the young Demigod, causing her to stagger. As if that storm had taken everything out of her, as if [i]she[/i] had been controlling it.

Her attention shifted back towards the Satyr, the look of rage from before washed away completely. As quickly as the storms controlled by her father could change, so too had her entire demeanor. Now, she wore a look of curiosity and determination. Clearly, she had decided that she would be discovering the answers to the questions dancing along her mind, and this poor Satyr would be the one to answer. As she started to make connections between the concept that perhaps the Greek Gods [i]were[/i] real, and all the strange things that had happened throughout her life, Ryley found herself starting to believe. To believe that just maybe, what this boy had said might have an inkling of truth. A deep breath was drawn as Ryley focused on the boy, leaving another tense moment before she finally spoke once more. A calmer, friendly tone, instead of the one burning with anger from before. [color=#87CEFA]"Alright, Sawyer."[/color] She said finally, shaking her head as if to ward off any disbelief over the situation. [color=#87CEFA]"Say I believe you, even a little bit. How in the hell does this place exist, how have we not heard of these Greek Gods, and... I've got a lot of questions. You sure you're up to help me understand?"[/color] She asked, at last, her gaze asking him as much of the question as did her words.

Even as she asked that another strange sensation came over the young woman. For the first time in... perhaps her whole life, Ryley truly felt at ease. Safe. For the first time, she didn't feel as if there might be [i]something[/i] dangerous lurking around the corner. She was safe, she belonged here. Interesting.