Small Sandcastles || Para || Faye & Frank
Faye followed frank back with a small load of her own shells she had collected. She sorted out shells to match each other in color and began to make a path of shells from the moat to the door out of small pink and grey ones. “My mommy is Iris. She is very beautiful and also very kind.” She thought about her parents for a moment, they had to be gods above the rest. “I haven’t seen my mommy much, but I did once. That was the bestest day. My daddy is great to. I miss him a lot though…” She sighed a little before continuing. “He was an artist but he colored people. He leaves beautiful designs and works of art on them.”
Frank grinned and smiled. "Well your parents sound wonderful. Is your daddy a tattoo artist?" he asked curiously. He had always been impressed by some of the traditional tattoos that he had seen on people and he sported his own tattoo, the S.P.Q.R, Spear and Helmet of Mars as long as four marks on his arm for his four years at Camp Half Blood. "We could take you to visit your daddy if that is what you'd like." he said with a slight smile. He would probably do anything that Faye wanted, her smile was incredibly persuasive and she was just very cute, precious in every way.
