[Annabeth deserves to be full of herself, as far as he's concerned. She's impressive in a fight, her every move swift and efficient, graceful and brutal like some kind of jungle cat. Even with a little bragging, she's gracious in her victory. Her reassurances soften the blow of his loss.
In the early days of his training, Wilhelm might have taken such a sound ass-kicking as a sign to quit. He might have pouted, frustrated to have all his self-doubts confirmed. But now, he turns his mind to what he can learn from her if he keeps trying.
He's tucking the waterskin back into his bag when she drops that fun little fact about her mom, and he arches his eyebrows up at her. He knew, of course, that she was the kid of a god. He just didn't know which one.]
Your mom's the goddess of war? Shit, I never even had a chance.
[A dry chuckle, as he folds himself onto the grass for a breather before he makes the trek back across the grounds to the North Wing.]
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In the early days of his training, Wilhelm might have taken such a sound ass-kicking as a sign to quit. He might have pouted, frustrated to have all his self-doubts confirmed. But now, he turns his mind to what he can learn from her if he keeps trying.
He's tucking the waterskin back into his bag when she drops that fun little fact about her mom, and he arches his eyebrows up at her. He knew, of course, that she was the kid of a god. He just didn't know which one.]
Your mom's the goddess of war? Shit, I never even had a chance.
[A dry chuckle, as he folds himself onto the grass for a breather before he makes the trek back across the grounds to the North Wing.]