[ she's getting more used to wanda's easy, thoughtless (positive) affection via touch, and she finds she doesn't mind. she likes it, because she's often bursting with her own affections. ]
[ annabeth smiles a little with the compliment towards her hair, feeling more aware than ever of the way some of the curls are falling out of the ponytail she'd hastily shoved it in this morning and the knots she should probably untangle. there's a streak of gray in it, harder to notice in the blonde, but wanda's probably astute enough to notice percy has a matching one. ]
Thanks. [ it's nice to hear, even if she doesn't often strive for that sort of attention. ] But I know it's a mess, don't worry.
[ she wraps her hands around her teacup and considers what wanda said, about her brother, her mother, and the threads of them looking after one another. she tries to imagine athena offering her curls advice and nearly laughs out loud. she fought too much with her stepmother. there hadn't really been anyone to teach her, save the aphrodite cabin, and she avoided them like the plague as a little kid. ]
So you're something of an expert. [ it's a little teasing. ] I started going to Camp when I was seven, and Athena kids don't exactly prioritize hair care. I'm... still learning what's best for it, I guess.
( even if it's a mess, it doesn't make the fact that her hair is beautiful any less true. wanda's smile is soft, geared first towards the server who brings them their tea and biscuits; she worries on pouring the tea onto their cups from the pot. )
Camp? For others — like you?
( demigods, she means.
once the pot is set down, cups filled, wanda perches back onto her chair, feeling more relaxed. )
My magic can alter reality. I'll change them before you leave. ( no need to do it right away. ) And perhaps I am something of an expert. I've cut the hair of too many of the guys in Solvunn at this point. ( —she can be trusted with scissors, basically. ) Your hair would look nice in a braid.
[ annabeth shoots the server a nod and a smile of thanks too before bringing the cup up to her mouth, blowing on it. then she nods at wanda's question. ]
It's called Camp Half-Blood. It's a safe haven for us, and we learn how to fight, defend ourselves. You might have seen some of it, if you've been to Percy's horizon - part of it was recreated there, like the strawberry fields.
[ the other demigods might have left abraxas, but percy and annabeth have kept their domains connected and kept camp a part of it too. it's a home for them both, in different ways. ]
[ she grins a little. ] I know how to braid. I taught myself the french and dutch versions too. It's better to keep it out of my face - that much I can do for it.
( that must have been where annabeth and percy met. the strawberry fields are definitely a highlight in her mind, one of her favorite spots in the horizon, but it makes even more sense.
she looks down at her cup, turning it over and around with her ring-adorned fingers. )
It's different when someone braids it for you, though. ( isn't it? wanda thinks about the times her mother would brush her hair, braid it for bed. how much love and trust there was in such actions. ) I can teach you how we braid them in the Balkans area.
[ their very first words spoken to each other were a very romantic "you drool when you sleep." ]
[ she nods a little but doesn't say anything, because the last person to braid her hair besides herself was probably piper, and before piper... maybe thalia, before she even got to camp as a child. she'd had some athena siblings try to help, but it's not the same. she has been teaching percy how to braid, though he's not quite there yet - but it's fine, because it just means he plays with her hair longer. ]
[ all this to say she hasn't had a lot of people braid her hair for her either, like many things. ]
Yeah. It'd be fun to learn more kinds. [ as if she'd ever say no to learning. wanda feels like she'd be a good teacher. ] Is that where you're from?
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( wanda nods at the question, looking up at annabeth. their conversation has been pushing past the very obvious implications of war between the territories, and wanda is aware of how she herself feels about that; knows now, too, that annabeth has some feelings about conflict.
her response might steer them away entirely from a conversation so casual about braids. )
It was a small country. There was civil unrest and a lot of conflict since I was a kid. ( —quickly, she shakes her head. ) I don't want to bring the mood down. It makes me happy to share small things, like braids. It feels like things like that are one of the last things I have from my home, from my mother.
[ she'd started it first, perhaps, when she brought up her own mother's domain in the midst of what annabeth perceived as a simple check in. she offers wanda a smaller smile, something understanding and sympathetic towards both her childhood and her desire not to delve too deeply. ]
I'm a pretty quick learner. And I like braiding. We're Greek demigods, so, maybe learning about something from the real Balkans will come extra easy to me. [ it's half a joke. but she very much likes the idea of wanda sharing something like this with her. it makes her feel pretty good. ]
[ she looks down at her tea. when she thinks of home, she doesn't necessarily think of her mother, or her father and certainly not her stepmother - she thinks of camp and percy's hand in hers. ]
My mom gave me a hat that lets me turn invisible. Not really a lot to pass on there, but it's been useful.
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[ annabeth smiles a little with the compliment towards her hair, feeling more aware than ever of the way some of the curls are falling out of the ponytail she'd hastily shoved it in this morning and the knots she should probably untangle. there's a streak of gray in it, harder to notice in the blonde, but wanda's probably astute enough to notice percy has a matching one. ]
Thanks. [ it's nice to hear, even if she doesn't often strive for that sort of attention. ] But I know it's a mess, don't worry.
[ she wraps her hands around her teacup and considers what wanda said, about her brother, her mother, and the threads of them looking after one another. she tries to imagine athena offering her curls advice and nearly laughs out loud. she fought too much with her stepmother. there hadn't really been anyone to teach her, save the aphrodite cabin, and she avoided them like the plague as a little kid. ]
So you're something of an expert. [ it's a little teasing. ] I started going to Camp when I was seven, and Athena kids don't exactly prioritize hair care. I'm... still learning what's best for it, I guess.
You can change them that easily?
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Camp? For others — like you?
( demigods, she means.
once the pot is set down, cups filled, wanda perches back onto her chair, feeling more relaxed. )
My magic can alter reality. I'll change them before you leave. ( no need to do it right away. ) And perhaps I am something of an expert. I've cut the hair of too many of the guys in Solvunn at this point. ( —she can be trusted with scissors, basically. ) Your hair would look nice in a braid.
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It's called Camp Half-Blood. It's a safe haven for us, and we learn how to fight, defend ourselves. You might have seen some of it, if you've been to Percy's horizon - part of it was recreated there, like the strawberry fields.
[ the other demigods might have left abraxas, but percy and annabeth have kept their domains connected and kept camp a part of it too. it's a home for them both, in different ways. ]
[ she grins a little. ] I know how to braid. I taught myself the french and dutch versions too. It's better to keep it out of my face - that much I can do for it.
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she looks down at her cup, turning it over and around with her ring-adorned fingers. )
It's different when someone braids it for you, though. ( isn't it? wanda thinks about the times her mother would brush her hair, braid it for bed. how much love and trust there was in such actions. ) I can teach you how we braid them in the Balkans area.
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[ she nods a little but doesn't say anything, because the last person to braid her hair besides herself was probably piper, and before piper... maybe thalia, before she even got to camp as a child. she'd had some athena siblings try to help, but it's not the same. she has been teaching percy how to braid, though he's not quite there yet - but it's fine, because it just means he plays with her hair longer. ]
[ all this to say she hasn't had a lot of people braid her hair for her either, like many things. ]
Yeah. It'd be fun to learn more kinds. [ as if she'd ever say no to learning. wanda feels like she'd be a good teacher. ] Is that where you're from?
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her response might steer them away entirely from a conversation so casual about braids. )
It was a small country. There was civil unrest and a lot of conflict since I was a kid. ( —quickly, she shakes her head. ) I don't want to bring the mood down. It makes me happy to share small things, like braids. It feels like things like that are one of the last things I have from my home, from my mother.
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I'm a pretty quick learner. And I like braiding. We're Greek demigods, so, maybe learning about something from the real Balkans will come extra easy to me. [ it's half a joke. but she very much likes the idea of wanda sharing something like this with her. it makes her feel pretty good. ]
[ she looks down at her tea. when she thinks of home, she doesn't necessarily think of her mother, or her father and certainly not her stepmother - she thinks of camp and percy's hand in hers. ]
My mom gave me a hat that lets me turn invisible. Not really a lot to pass on there, but it's been useful.