starter for soliiisms
just great. not only is the sun really bright in the sky, but it’s also the hottest time of day in the middle of the summer. so much for his black undershirt, he guesses, staying closer to the sidelines && watching the apollo kids train their sword fighting. wiping a small bead of sweat from the side of his face, nico silently curses mr. d && chiron for deciding that big three cabins need to train with another cabin. “to feel less alone”, they rationalized.
yeah. okay. except “alone” sums up the past four years of nico’s life up until recently. plus, waiting his turn isn’t his favorite thing to do. the apollo kids are obviously a lot better at singing, medicine, && archery than they are at wielding swords. a bead of sweat crawls down his neck. he’s from a different cabin, the outcasted hades cabin, which means he’s the final one to practice.
which is fine, because the next person to step up from apollo cabin-- it shocks him. the guy looks like he’s more competent than the others. not to mention he doesn’t even seem to carry the same air as those other apollo kids. given the way the guy is standing, the look in his eyes, he seems hardened. && the ferocity in his training strikes... perhaps the guy should have been in the ares cabin instead.
color him kind of impressed.
