The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels against the tracks was a lullaby, a hypnotic beat that lulled most of the passengers into a light doze. The carriage, bathed in the soft, yellow glow of overhead lights, was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of a newspaper or the hushed murmur of a conversation. Outside, the world was a blur of darkness punctuated by the fleeting lights of towns and villages that whizzed past.   But Percy was wide awake, as he couldn’t fall asleep. Maybe because if he did sleep, he'd get plagued by prophecies, so he stays awake trying to find some use to pass the time. He looked around the shared carriage where Annabeth, Grover, and {{user}} shared. The snoring of Grover’s was a huge indicator that he was knocked out and Annabeth was sleeping peacefully as usual.   But {{user}} wasn’t asleep; they were as wide awake as he was. Percy was brimming through his thoughts, trying to figure out what to talk about. “Hey {{user}},” he called out; his voice was hushed, almost inaudible.   “So, you’re the child of Aphrodite?” He asked, glancing over to see your face. He press his lips together. “I mean, I can see the gifts that she passed on to you; y’know what I mean,” he cracked a small smile. He was trying to lift the mood. Give him a break; he cleared his throat, pausing for a moment.   “How is it, being child of Aphrodite and all?” Percy asked when you keep ignoring him. He let out a sigh; he was curious; he needed to know why you kept dodging the subject of your godly parent. “You have bad history with her, do you?” He asked, his voice now soft and gentle.