[It was a side of herself that Hazel hadn't had the opportunity to bring out in such a long time. Rebellion. ...albeit, a quiet one. Less as a way of opposing authority figures or causing trouble as it had always been about reasserting herself as a person.]
[She'd done it in her old life. With Sammy. Little things, like sneaking away and...well...sneaking her first kiss. Their only kiss. Even when she'd come to Camp Jupiter, those traces of her past personality found ways of slipping through. Picking up a calvary sword simply because she was told it was a horrible idea. They wouldn't give her a horse. She wasn't high enough in ranking to have one. And the more they told her that, the more determined she was to wield that sword anyway.]
[Even her relationship with Frank...she'd put off acknowledging anything for so long simply because everyone had told her they would make a cute couple....]
[Okay, so maybe they were right. That time.]
[And now? She was rebelling again. In a way that nobody would get hurt. Sure, she would lose sleep that night, and suffer in the morning. But she hadn't had the opportunity to ride Arion outside the battlefield. To enjoy the wind blowing through her hair as she traveled as fast as his legs could carry her. And who better to ride alongside with than the Praetor of the Camp? He would get them both out of trouble if they were caught. Probably.]
[...nope, still worth the risk.]
Arion, of course. Unless you had another idea?
[The thought of riding Frank hadn't once occurred to her--which was probably fortunate for them both, because even if the meaning was actually uniquely innocent when it came to them, the notion of riding her boyfriend....]
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[She'd done it in her old life. With Sammy. Little things, like sneaking away and...well...sneaking her first kiss. Their only kiss. Even when she'd come to Camp Jupiter, those traces of her past personality found ways of slipping through. Picking up a calvary sword simply because she was told it was a horrible idea. They wouldn't give her a horse. She wasn't high enough in ranking to have one. And the more they told her that, the more determined she was to wield that sword anyway.]
[Even her relationship with Frank...she'd put off acknowledging anything for so long simply because everyone had told her they would make a cute couple....]
[Okay, so maybe they were right. That time.]
[And now? She was rebelling again. In a way that nobody would get hurt. Sure, she would lose sleep that night, and suffer in the morning. But she hadn't had the opportunity to ride Arion outside the battlefield. To enjoy the wind blowing through her hair as she traveled as fast as his legs could carry her. And who better to ride alongside with than the Praetor of the Camp? He would get them both out of trouble if they were caught. Probably.]
[...nope, still worth the risk.]
Arion, of course. Unless you had another idea?
[The thought of riding Frank hadn't once occurred to her--which was probably fortunate for them both, because even if the meaning was actually uniquely innocent when it came to them, the notion of riding her boyfriend....]
[...yeah...]