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playfulness of the smaller creatures of the beach and ocean. Knowing the two remaining sports, I made the assumption that this was the surfing Captain. To catapult the Games into the twenty-first century, Maera had added a sixth sport: surfing. You could imagine the excitement of the Sons when they heard the news.
"G'day," he welcomed me with a captivating Australian accent.
"And your name is...?" I felt my eyes light up at the opportunity of meeting so many different nationalities already.
"Oliver." He grinned before scrutinizing the line of Captains with a cutthroat gleam in his eyes. "The dinky-di."
"What'd you call me?" I countered sarcastically. He paused for a millisecond before realizing we had no idea what he had just said.
"The real deal," he clarified with swagger and then continued with a lilt of charming arrogance, "The best Aussie surfer. It's the bloody oath..."
"We might need a translator," I contemplated jokingly. The rest of the Captains laughed as he threw out another nugget of Aussie slang.
"Good oil," he agreed with restrained sarcasm.
"Now you're just doing it on purpose," I accused him with a snicker. I pulled the necklace from my neck and tugged it over his hair and around his neck. "Sas anagno?rízo? o?s Kapetánios."
Finally, I stepped in front of the last Captain, a slight girl with flowing blonde hair styled in an array of overlapping braids to hold it back from her face. Although she appeared innocuous and much younger than the other Captains, the set of her jaw and the distrust splintering her smoky, indigo eyes spoke to a tougher interior. Her guarded stance matched her defiant chin, and a long scar slicing her right eyebrow hinted at a previous violent battle.
As I followed the scar below her cheekbone, something adorning her neck caught my eye and I gently cupped her chin; turning her head slightly to the left. A small silver laurel wreath glimmered in the sunlight beneath her ear. Her trace.
"I'm descended from Eunike," she offered in a brisk English accent.
"Nereid of Victory," Oliver chirped, clearly impressed with her as well. I sent him a look to quiet him, although I was secretly glad he piped up. I hadn't quite memorized all of my Nereid sisters as of yet, so the reminder was welcome.
"What's your name?"
"Blythe."
"A beautiful name," I admired. The walking contradiction standing in front of me piqued my interest and I realized I wanted to spend more time with her, if for no other reason than to find out her story. She reminded me of myself, but I decided to save that for later when I could meet with her informally.
"I'm the archery Captain," she continued evenly and I blurted out a question I didn't mean to ask.
"How did you get your scar?"
I considered taking back my question when she clenched her fists tightly. A flicker of anger crossed her gaze before a mental wall slammed shut and hardened, along with her jaw.
"I gave it to myself." She glowered at me, daring me to ask more, but I wisely decided not to push my luck. I placed my hands on her shoulders and felt them tense beneath my touch.
"I can see you're strong," I stated respectfully. "I assume it is what you've always had to be. And that's okay. I want you to know you can trust me. I may understand more than you know."
She inspected my face with trepidation as I pulled the last necklace from my neck and placed it around hers. "Sas anagno?rízo? o?s Kapetánios."
S TASIA
I stepped away from Blythe to address all six of the Captains and my heart swelled with pride as I examined the six impressive Tydes standing before me. I considered the Conscript speech Maera made me memorize. The words felt foreign in my mouth and my voice fell flat when reiterating them to Finn, but the fact they were written three centuries ago may have had something to do with that. I was all about keeping with tradition, but I didn't think reciting ten stanzas of a poem ripe with words like 'thy' and 'shalt' was going to motivate
"G'day," he welcomed me with a captivating Australian accent.
"And your name is...?" I felt my eyes light up at the opportunity of meeting so many different nationalities already.
"Oliver." He grinned before scrutinizing the line of Captains with a cutthroat gleam in his eyes. "The dinky-di."
"What'd you call me?" I countered sarcastically. He paused for a millisecond before realizing we had no idea what he had just said.
"The real deal," he clarified with swagger and then continued with a lilt of charming arrogance, "The best Aussie surfer. It's the bloody oath..."
"We might need a translator," I contemplated jokingly. The rest of the Captains laughed as he threw out another nugget of Aussie slang.
"Good oil," he agreed with restrained sarcasm.
"Now you're just doing it on purpose," I accused him with a snicker. I pulled the necklace from my neck and tugged it over his hair and around his neck. "Sas anagno?rízo? o?s Kapetánios."
Finally, I stepped in front of the last Captain, a slight girl with flowing blonde hair styled in an array of overlapping braids to hold it back from her face. Although she appeared innocuous and much younger than the other Captains, the set of her jaw and the distrust splintering her smoky, indigo eyes spoke to a tougher interior. Her guarded stance matched her defiant chin, and a long scar slicing her right eyebrow hinted at a previous violent battle.
As I followed the scar below her cheekbone, something adorning her neck caught my eye and I gently cupped her chin; turning her head slightly to the left. A small silver laurel wreath glimmered in the sunlight beneath her ear. Her trace.
"I'm descended from Eunike," she offered in a brisk English accent.
"Nereid of Victory," Oliver chirped, clearly impressed with her as well. I sent him a look to quiet him, although I was secretly glad he piped up. I hadn't quite memorized all of my Nereid sisters as of yet, so the reminder was welcome.
"What's your name?"
"Blythe."
"A beautiful name," I admired. The walking contradiction standing in front of me piqued my interest and I realized I wanted to spend more time with her, if for no other reason than to find out her story. She reminded me of myself, but I decided to save that for later when I could meet with her informally.
"I'm the archery Captain," she continued evenly and I blurted out a question I didn't mean to ask.
"How did you get your scar?"
I considered taking back my question when she clenched her fists tightly. A flicker of anger crossed her gaze before a mental wall slammed shut and hardened, along with her jaw.
"I gave it to myself." She glowered at me, daring me to ask more, but I wisely decided not to push my luck. I placed my hands on her shoulders and felt them tense beneath my touch.
"I can see you're strong," I stated respectfully. "I assume it is what you've always had to be. And that's okay. I want you to know you can trust me. I may understand more than you know."
She inspected my face with trepidation as I pulled the last necklace from my neck and placed it around hers. "Sas anagno?rízo? o?s Kapetánios."
S TASIA
I stepped away from Blythe to address all six of the Captains and my heart swelled with pride as I examined the six impressive Tydes standing before me. I considered the Conscript speech Maera made me memorize. The words felt foreign in my mouth and my voice fell flat when reiterating them to Finn, but the fact they were written three centuries ago may have had something to do with that. I was all about keeping with tradition, but I didn't think reciting ten stanzas of a poem ripe with words like 'thy' and 'shalt' was going to motivate
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