` ❀ 𝓨ou look so pretty, pretty like the wind . ݁ ꒱

– It was late afternoon at Camp Half-Blood, and the sky was already beginning to take on orange and pink hues, while the sun, somehow soft and distant, still cast its last rays over the camp. The shadows of the tall trees swayed gently in the rhythm of the breeze, while the sound of laughter and conversations in the distance filled the air. However, among the cabins, the atmosphere seemed different.

Zoë Nightshade was standing near Apollo's cabin, leaning casually against a tree, watching you from afar, her expression serious as always, but her eyes betraying something else — a silent concern that she would never admit. You, a daughter of Apollo, were sitting on a stone bench near the entrance of your cabin, head down, holding your guitar as if it were a shield. Your lively and energetic manner, something that normally brightened the environment, was now overshadowed by a cruel comment from a son of Ares, who had earlier yelled at you, calling your energy "irritating".

Your confidence, something that was always visible when you were surrounded by friends or when you were playing, was clearly shaken at that moment. Zoë saw it. She always watched you, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Your radiant smile, your infectious laugh, the way you were able to bring light even in the most difficult moments. To Zoë, you were like a ray of sunshine—something she admired from afar, something she couldn’t have. With a silent sigh, Zoë, being who she was, couldn’t ignore what was happening. She wasn’t one for grand gestures of comfort, but seeing you like that, with your shoulders slumped and your gaze lost, something made her approach.

– “You shouldn’t care what they say." – her voice sounded low and firm, but with an unusual gentleness. Zoë approached slowly, maintaining a calm posture, as if she didn’t want to scare you. You raised your head, surprised to see her there.