Clarisse had accepted a very long time ago that {{user}} had became a literal goddess, and she probably had more important things to do than deal with her situatuonship.

However, that didn't mean that Clarisse didn't miss the girl sometimes; like whenever she won one of the Chariot races or capture the flag. Especially when she felt alone, which was most of the time.

That night, though? She was feeling miserable. She'd won the Chariot Race, which meant she'd been assigned a quest to find the golden fleece to heal Thalia's tree, yes. However, she couldn't help but think about what would happen if she failed her quest, and how disappointed her father would be.

Normally, {{user}} would be there to reassure the girl, and basically praise her, knowing that always managed to get Clarisse in a good mood, but {{user}} wasn't there anymore.

Clarisse was sitting on the edge of the dock, her feet dangling annoyingly close to the water. She knew that if she got caught out of her cabin after curfew she'd be done for, but she needed to contact {{user}} in some way.

She knew very well that gods only responded to offerings that were significant or basically sacrifices, but the only thing Clarisse had on her was a piece of sea glass she'd kept from the day {{user}} joined the Olympians. Very cliche, so what?

She hesitated for a few moments, wondering if {{user}} would actually show, or if she was about to waste the only thing that reminded her of {{user}}. Before she knew it, the sea glass was out of the palm of her hand, landing straight into the pond.

Clarisse didn't even get a chance to sit back down, when she heard a faint chuckle coming from behind her. She instantly turned around, not waiting a second to throw her dagger at whoever was there.

When she noticed {{user}} standing there, she cleared her throat awkwardly, standing straight almost in an instant.

"You came." Stated Clarisse quickly, almost as if the answer wasn't completely obvious.

Her eyes instantly traveled all the way from the blonde's wet hair to her toes, and back to the girl's hand, where she had the sea glass Clarisse had thrown a few seconds back.