Someone had told her that Nico apparently knew things. Which Harper supposed (knew, if she were being wholly honest) that Percy and Annabeth did as well, but despite the fact that Nico was myth to some, the idea of approaching him was less alarming than Percy or Annabeth (especially the latter, if she were honest). But Harper also knew that if she spent too much time focusing on it, she’d freak out and back out of going to talk to him.
But she needed to know what her claiming meant. Who her mother was, and what on earth that meant she might be able to do.
Tugging at the edges of her dress, Harper finally spotted a figure that she assumed to be Nico and quickly made her way over to him. “Hey,” she started, biting her lip, “I - I’m Harper. I was told you could help me with a,” problem? issue? it was not either of those, but she struggled to find the right word, “thing. I - I need advice, or assistance, I guess.”
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