@isaacbrooks (post path!)
it'd been a really ...really long day. silas stopped counting just how many times his face kissed the ground today during flying with the son of nyx lessons. it was safe to say silas was not good at it, nor did he think he ever would be. once upon a time he wished for wings when praying to his father. he never thought it'd become reality - didn't think he had even an ounce of influence on the god he never met. clearly that'd been wrong.
did ..he listen after all? had he chosen him not because there was nobody else, but because he saw more in silas than he did himself? a comforting thought especially after a day like today. you'll get there. he wanted to believe jay, he did, but it felt like he couldn't ... wouldn't, but then again - thinking back to that dream he had, silas realized that in moments like this he forgot his own lesson.
no matter how many times you fall, you get back up. this was the same thing, right? no matter how many times his newly-found wings failed him, he'd just keep trying until they didn't. again, again, again. not tonight, though. he needed to clean up & relax. apparently, suddenly sprouting wings disturbed his body balance. he'd not had issues with neck pain before. now he did, which.. he assumed was valid.
bathhouse it was. dragging a pair of pitch-black wings furled in as far as he managed (for now) inside, he tugged off his clothes, wrapped a towel around his waist & slunk off to find one of the bigger tubs to soak in. all of him. he knew he wasn't the only winged godling in camp & yet he felt strangely on display carrying them around on his back, averting gazes & his head hung low until he found a tub that was ...for the most part ..abandoned. nearing it, he found another demigod with his back towards silas getting ready to slip inside.
pitter patter of naked feet on the stone ground, silas made his way around to meet the man face to face, surprised - not necessarily in a bad way, to find a familiar face within eyesight. "...you uh... mind company?" quick nod towards the tub, raise of his shoulders with one hand still massaging a sore spot, tiniest bit of shuffling feet ensued.