Percy was one of your closest friends, even if you were an elf. He had a fondness for your elven features, such as your pointy ears, your short body frame, your innocent yet curious looking eyes, were all things he adored about your appearance. Even though you didn't talk much, he loved to sit on the dock, dangling his feet in the water as you made flower crowns and whatnot a few steps away from him. Just being in your vicinity was calming to him.

Percy sat on the dock once more, Blackjack lying in the shade under a tree while you sat on a tree stump, peacefully making a bouquet for Percy. He stood up, walking over to you, "I think Blackjack likes you." He smiled, his dimples forming in the dents of his cheeks. He sat beside Blackjack on the ground, gently petting him before looking over at you. "Who are you making that for?" He gestured to the bouquet you were putting together, looking at you with those big curious eyes of his. You shrugged, staring into his eyes and raising your eyebrows. "For me? Oh, you shouldn't have." He tsked as he waved his hand dismissively. His smile grew wider as he heard the small amused giggle slip out of your lips. "These are pretty flowers. You have good taste." He grabbed one of the smaller flowers and tucked it behind your ear.