[ If Percy notices the strange way Clarisse smiles, he doesn't make any obvious note of it. He looks instead towards the Isle of the Lost some ways away from where they stand now, the surface of the island dotted with trees and a modest village. Several little figures the size of specks move about — no doubt its inhabitants.
He frowns a little, but he's willing to go with whatever Clarisse has planned. At least for now. ]
I ... can.
[ Obviously he can, and they both know it. He could lift entire waves up like a great wet and watery blanket, and drench the entire mound of land if he so chooses. That's the breadth of his power, which has only increased in the last eight centuries. ]
But why go there? The cult that makes their home there, they're a little weird. Unless you mean to clear them off that land.
[ By now the tales surrounding the island have long since faded away, reduced to campfire stories and myths that mortal parents tell their mortal children, which was all a bit funny when the gods — their pantheon — clearly exist and have no need for stories like that. ]
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He frowns a little, but he's willing to go with whatever Clarisse has planned. At least for now. ]
I ... can.
[ Obviously he can, and they both know it. He could lift entire waves up like a great wet and watery blanket, and drench the entire mound of land if he so chooses. That's the breadth of his power, which has only increased in the last eight centuries. ]
But why go there? The cult that makes their home there, they're a little weird. Unless you mean to clear them off that land.
[ By now the tales surrounding the island have long since faded away, reduced to campfire stories and myths that mortal parents tell their mortal children, which was all a bit funny when the gods — their pantheon — clearly exist and have no need for stories like that. ]