[ Percy meets her eyes now, and cheesy thoughts of getting lost in the greyness of them swiftly has him feeling grateful that she's here all over again.
He doesn't voice those thoughts aloud, thank gods, but the slight shift in his expression from rightfully stressed to something a little softer makes it obvious enough that he's probably got a bunch of really embarrassing dopey thoughts about Annabeth right now.
Refocusing on the matter at hand, and studying her in kind, he nods. ]
I hope so. [ Because it isn't just the horse whispering that appears to be missing. It's his affinity to water too; a quick test with one of the nearby wash buckets earlier had proven that. ] I hate to say it, but I do miss their gossip. And horses have the best gossip.
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He doesn't voice those thoughts aloud, thank gods, but the slight shift in his expression from rightfully stressed to something a little softer makes it obvious enough that he's probably got a bunch of really embarrassing dopey thoughts about Annabeth right now.
Refocusing on the matter at hand, and studying her in kind, he nods. ]
I hope so. [ Because it isn't just the horse whispering that appears to be missing. It's his affinity to water too; a quick test with one of the nearby wash buckets earlier had proven that. ] I hate to say it, but I do miss their gossip. And horses have the best gossip.