"Pfft, no," Cassie answers. "West coast, best coast. But this isn't my reality's Philly either -- more people, less overwhelming vegetation."
Seems friendly enough. She moves closer, but not getting within arm's reach yet. His arm's reach, not hers. He's an appropriately big guy for someone who has a mace forged for him personally by the Olympian god of crafts and metallurgy. Which also tells her that there's a distinct possibility they might be family, considering...everything about Olympus.
"Did your trip here start with a long fall and whispered requests for help?"
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Seems friendly enough. She moves closer, but not getting within arm's reach yet. His arm's reach, not hers. He's an appropriately big guy for someone who has a mace forged for him personally by the Olympian god of crafts and metallurgy. Which also tells her that there's a distinct possibility they might be family, considering...everything about Olympus.
"Did your trip here start with a long fall and whispered requests for help?"