The Real Greek Life [.celestinal. x G.L'S]

[.celestential.]

Rianon ignored Keegan and took the sweater off anyway. She threw it back to them, tossing it so it landed on top of their head. “It definitely looks cuter on you,” she said. “Everything looks cuter when you wear it. Or when you do it,” she said. She packed up her things and put her backpack on. “Ready to go and find Soteria to save camp?”

[G.L'S]

- K e e g a n -

They let out a laugh as they looked over and the sweater landed square on their head. Finding it to be a little chilly out, they decided to pull it on. Plus, it smelled a little like Rianon: a bonus.
"Sounds good to me," they offered and slung their bag on, ready to head back to the car and get into Seattle. They hoped there was something that pointed towards the old goddess because now it felt like they'd lost a direction again. The creek in the dream nagged at the back of their mind but they pushed it aside as they walked back out.

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[.celestential.]

Rianon picked up her bow and followed behind Keegan towards the rest area shelter. As they got closer Rianon could tell that it was much busier than it had been the previous night. She hoped two dirty, one injured, teenagers wouldn’t attract too much attention from all of the mortals. She looked to where the sun chariot had been when they went to bed the night before, and the space was empty. “We can’t call the car back here, there are too many mortals around,” she said to Keegan.

[G.L'S]

- K e e g a n -

Nodding while making a face, they knew they had to agree with her. Well since they were nowhere near Seattle proper, they would have to get imaginative. Their first thought was to crawl into someone's trunk, but knew that wouldn't work.
"I could try to shadow travel again, but there's no death around here as far as I know," they offered, thinking of another option.

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[.celestential.]

Rianon shook her head at Keegan’s suggestion of shadow traveling again. She’d rather do anything but that again. “No, no shadow traveling. I really don’t like it, and you shouldn’t do it when we’re this close. Who knows what will be waiting for us when we get closer to Soteria, we both need to be ready for anything,” she replied to them. She looked around for any other solution. There were families and kids everywhere, there wasn’t a whole lot they could do.

[G.L'S]

- K e e g a n -

Agreeing with her sentiments and thinking to themself, they tried to find a way that they could get to Seattle without being noticed. As they were about to give up, an idea hit them.
"Maybe we don't need to be in Seattle," they mused aloud, "maybe she lives in this area! Maybe there's a way to figure out where she could be. All I keep remembering is that stream from my dream; it popped up again last night."

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[.celestential.]

Rianon looked over to Keegan, wondering what they meant. “But, didn’t we need to go to the mountains to find Soteria?” she asked. “I mean, I guess if you keep dreaming about a stream of creek then we should try to find one of those too. Did you see a stream at all while we looked for a place to sleep? I don’t remember seeing or hearing anything.”

[G.L'S]

- K e e g a n -

"No..." they said absentmindedly, thinking about whether or not they had to look for her in Seattle or in the parks, "perhaps someone around here knows. Like a touristy spot. Let's face it, they're either locals or they're here for the same reason."
They looked around the camp to ask someone. Someone who didn't look like a harpy in disguise or had a hellhound barking in their car.

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[.celestential.]

Rianon trailed behind Keegan, trying to come up with a solution to their problem. They’d come so far and still couldn’t figure out where they needed to go next. “Why are gods and other immortals so hard to find,” she groaned. She looked around at all the various families and people roaming around the rest area. “How can we figure out who is like us? If we ask any mortals they’ll think we’re crazy.”

[G.L'S]

- K e e g a n -

"So we look for things that don't looks like us," they mentioned ,looking toward a family. The dad would have gone by unnoticed if the tip of his left horn hadn't poked out of his hair, "Bingo."
They scooped up their things and made their way over to the family, the satyr in particular, "excuse me sir, could you help us? We're a little lost."

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