[If you had asked Annie a few years ago if she ever thought she'd get a tattoo, she would have said no. But now, she was about to get her fifth. Dressed in her toga, she's managed to braid her unruly hair in a sort of crown, with seaweed and a water lily braided in amongst it, to represent her father. Already the tattoo on her arm showed the traditional SPQR, as well as the trident and seven lines already from the years she'd been to Camp Jupiter, having gone since she was nine.
Luckily, the Mist had taken care of any questions anyone would have had about why a middle schooler had a tattoo.
Anyway, as always, she hovered over towards the side, taking in everything rather than going out of her way to participate. For now, at least.]
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Luckily, the Mist had taken care of any questions anyone would have had about why a middle schooler had a tattoo.
Anyway, as always, she hovered over towards the side, taking in everything rather than going out of her way to participate. For now, at least.]