Her red curls danced with her as she swayed to some music playing in her earbuds, a paint brush in hand as she made strokes along the canvas in an abstract manner. Sunlight shone through the windows and spilled onto the floor, lighting the dim room. Outside, demigods trained and talked, but here, the only sounds littering the room were the strokes of her brush and her music, accompanied by her quiet and subtle humming.