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[lefthandedgenius]

[Whatever else that's been going on, Lydia Martin's headache went from a mild nagging ache to her being almost blind with pain and deaf to anything but to what she's described as a thousand people trying to whisper in her ear all at the same time, resulting in her ending up in the care of Apollo's offspring.

Somehow, on the morning of the 21st, Lydia manages to evade the healers and stumble outside to the strawberry fields. No one, not even Lydia quite knows how what happens next occurs, but at some point during the mid-morning an ear splitting SCREAM can be heard all across the camp. Campers, nymphs, satyrs, even the animals can hear her.

It is so much more than just one young woman's scream. It has an echoing quality, layers of sound that seem filled with the stuff of nightmares.

For those who investigate, they will find Lydia there in the strawberry fields, alert, aware, and inexplicably healed of the sensory overload that has been occurring over the last few days.]

Comments

[wintersergeant]

Lydia?

[Well, at least it's not a monster]

What was that? That wasn't a regular scream.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia looks a bit furtive.] I'm not sure what to call it. It's...something from my father's side of the family. His mother was Melinoe.

[wintersergeant]

Who?

[lefthandedgenius]

Melinoe.

[Lydia closes her eyes a moment.]

She's the Greek goddess of nightmares.

[wintersergeant]

[Bucky nods]

So...

[Nope]

What's that got to do with that scream? Are you alright?

[lefthandedgenius]

I'm fine now. I wasn't for the past couple of days.

[She waves a hand.] It's complicated. The scream is just this thing I do because of her Legacy. It's kind of an alarm and an attack and apparently it can also work as a kind of filter.

[Lydia looks a little defensive about trying to explain it. Maybe because she's only just starting to understand it herself.]

[wintersergeant]

No offense, ma'am, but you've lost me. Are we under attack or somethin'?

[lefthandedgenius]

[Absently correcting,] Lydia. 'Ma'am' is my mom. Or my mother. [There's apparently a difference.]

And I think we almost were, but not anymore.

[wintersergeant]

[...alright then]

What do you mean, not anymore? What's goin' on?

[He's starting to get frustrated and it shows. Come on, give him a straight answer!]

[lefthandedgenius]

At the last full moon some beings from the Underworld were up in the forest while the werewolves were out. They had these lamps...the light did things to me. But they were banished back to where they came from.

[wintersergeant]

Wh--werewolves?

[The hell?!]

Are you sure this camp is safe?

[lefthandedgenius]

[There's a cock of her head.] The ones that are here are demigods, and they're helping to protect the camp. [She sounds a little defensive on their behalf.]

[wintersergeant]

So they're not gonna go crazy an' try an eat us every full moon?

[He's a little skeptical. Then again, can you blame him? This is all a bit much and he's been out in the world for a few years now]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia's expression is a bit wry.] The two I've met thus far didn't seem to think I was especially appetizing. [There's a faux thoughtful pause.] I wonder if I should find that insulting. [Yes, she's kidding.]

[wintersergeant]

[He snorts]

Well, if they don't think you'd taste good, maybe nothin' else will. You sure they're on our side, though?

[lefthandedgenius]

We're demigods, so there's plenty of things out there that think we're tasty. Not all werewolves will be inclined to be friends with us, but these particular ones within the camp boundaries are loyal. Two of them have saved my life. Lycaeon's wolves, on other hand, will kill you as soon as look at you.

[wintersergeant]

An' how can we tell 'em apart? The good ones from the bad ones?

[lefthandedgenius]

[Patiently,] Well if they try to eat you, they're bad.

There's at least one werewolf who wears a red ribbon around one of his paws. His name is Derek and he's one of the Romans.

[Since Derek has already outed himself to the camp Lydia doesn't have an issue with mentioning him by name.]

[wintersergeant]

[Smartass.

But he nods]

I'll have to talk t'him myself, then.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Smart, and a fantastic ass, tyvm. She lifts her brows]

Derek won't tell you who the other werewolves are. Just be careful about it, alright? The Romans don't take too kindly to having their honor questioned. And Derek is one of the werewolves who saved my life.