camp half-blood 1x1 - Harper. and helkenway

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// that's okay, don't worry about it! i'm struggling with my muse right now due to school anyway so reply when you can. no rush! c;

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spencer nodded silently in agreement, watching chiron's reaction. the centaur's expression quickly morphed into concern, he paused to consider what it might be. "truthfully, i don't know what it could be," he answered, returning their gaze. that was the last thing spencer wanted to hear from chiron. it was definitely scary when he chose not to answer you, but when he simply couldn't was worse. here he was, a centaur as old as the gods and he didn't have the answer to what sort of scary olympian monster was causing trouble now. the one bitter thing that reassured him that it likely wasn't something crawling out of the earth, because it'd mean that there was something funky with the borders and a monster was looking for a bunch of campers, a useless wine god, an immortal centaur and other such oddities as a snack. hurray.