'i am not blind, I just cannot see.'

Luke has been at the camp for a while, but this would be his first hearing about a child , a daughter of Apollo who painted their visions and prophecies. Whatever you want to call it.

And he was curious, he wanted to see, much like everyone else.

So, what does the son of Hermes do? He oh so sneaky sneaks into the Apollo cabin and looks around.

He's met with the sight of a girl, sitting in front of a canvas painting.

Her hands are stained with paint colours, the sun hitting her hair in a way it shines almost too perfectly.

He was at a loss for words. He's never seen someone so beautiful before.. though, he was quick to snap back when he heard a gentle voice

'hello..?' she practically whispered. Turning her head to the side and remaining quiet

"Oh! Sorry, I was just..looking for someone, I didn't mean to startle you"

He said, smiling, well, he technically didn't lie. He was looking for someone, it just happened to be her.

As he stepped closer her realized something.. her eyes, the blind man cane beside her..

"..you're blind?"

Who knew the artist known for painting the future...couldn't even see the present.

'...I am not blind,' she stated, setting her brush down and smiling

"..then.. what?"

He asked in confusion, as he tilted his head, 'i just cannot see' she chuckled..

"..isn't..that what being blind is?"