"That's usually the case with anyone from the Underworld," She answers, giving a short nod, "most people are afraid of anything to do with death."
She should know. It's the reason that people had been wary of her at Camp. Or why so few people knew that Hades (Pluto) was Lord of the Dead not God of Death, they tried to stay away from it. There was a time that she couldn't blame them, but she'd began to accept her role and place.
Easier to do when you didn't think you'd be dragged back there as an escaped soul the next day.
Her fingers catch in the crook of an elbow at the flannel, wiping at it like she's trying to get rid of more slobber. "My name is Hazel," she hesitates, then turns her attention to Cerberus as if in explanation, "... my father is Pluto. Hades, in his Roman form."
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She should know. It's the reason that people had been wary of her at Camp. Or why so few people knew that Hades (Pluto) was Lord of the Dead not God of Death, they tried to stay away from it. There was a time that she couldn't blame them, but she'd began to accept her role and place.
Easier to do when you didn't think you'd be dragged back there as an escaped soul the next day.
Her fingers catch in the crook of an elbow at the flannel, wiping at it like she's trying to get rid of more slobber. "My name is Hazel," she hesitates, then turns her attention to Cerberus as if in explanation, "... my father is Pluto. Hades, in his Roman form."