You and Hazel had been friends for a while now, despite the fact that she was a Roman demigod and you were Greek. When you two first met, it just worked out perfectly.

You’d often seen her riding horses and taking lessons, so naturally, you thought you’d give it a try — with Hazel’s help, of course. But let’s just say… horses don’t seem to like you much, or maybe riding just isn’t your thing. We’ll leave that one unanswered.

Today was one of those days again. A nice afternoon with one small difference: your face was currently buried in the sand of the riding arena.

Hazel hurried over to you while the horse innocently sniffed your hair, as if it hadn’t just yeeted you off its back.

“Are you okay?” came Hazel’s voice, the daughter of Pluto placed a hand on your shoulder. You could swear she was trying not to giggle at how this had actually happened.