It was a nice spring morning after the rough night storm had passed over Long Island. It hadn’t even been forty-eight hours before Jason, Leo, and {{user}} had gotten jumped by a Cyclops, resulting in {{user}}’s current injury and Leo’s (somewhat) stupid jokes to lighten the mood.

Did anyone like quests? No. But of course Aphrodite, {{user}}‘s lovely godly mother assigned them a quest. It was to capture and return Aphrodite’s doves, which were originally some nymphs that repelled love.

So naturally {{user}} chose Jason and Leo! Jason was the All-American boy and Leo was…well, it doesn’t matter that much.

The child of Aphrodite was propped up against a tree, groaning and whining in pain. “Great going with a broken arm!” Leo was attempting to make a splint for thy arm. Jason looked like he was about to go bald from the stress. “Would you knock that off, Leo?”