you can move a mountain [laby]

Renae sighed as she walked along the Via Principalis, exhausted from her morning training session. One earbud from her Ipod was installed into her ear as she walked along the road aimlessly. She wanted to calm her legs down after the sprints the Fourth had done in the morning, no matter how much her legs felt like jello.

'Hall of Fame' by the Script was drumming in her ears as she continued on her way, hands in the pocket of her green jacket. Her blonde hair was braided down her back in a messy style, showing that she didn't really care right now. She was tired. Renae wanted to take a nap, but she knew it would just show her leaders that she was too weak for that training routine. No matter how hard things got, the Roman wasn't weak.

Humming along to the music, her blue eyes stared out at the passing demigods. Most looked like they were in a hurry, to her dismay. Renae was hoping to see her friend Mckenna walking around, but there was no sign of her. Her combat boots thudded against the smooth surface of the road as she continued to search for someone she knew and could talk too.

Then a familiar head of brown hair came into view, and Renae saw her chance. "Will!" she said with a wave of her hand. Slipping the earbud out of her ear, she set it in her jacket. "Hey."
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Renae smiled at his reply, no matter the fact that he was correcting her on his name. William or Will, either way, it was nice to see him. "Either or," she said with a shrug, finishing her jog over to him. Even though it had been just last week when she first met him, he felt like a friend. Or something close to that.

"I just came from training, you?" she asked twirling the wire of her earphones in her fingers. Her legs still felt like jello, but she didn't care, talking to friends always made her feel better.
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Renae remembered the blade he had been working on, wondering if it was enchanted. She didn't press on the thought though, knowing that whatever it was it was complete. The demigod watched his face calculate out the idea of what he was doing, which was somewhat amusing to her.

Her face was blank for a moment, before she realized he was talking to her. "Oh, yeah, sure!" Renae said with a smile. She actually had some money on her this time, which was impressive. Usually she forgot to bring her wallet with her, but today she miraculously remembered.

Renae's icy eyes spotted grease on his cheek, and instantly felt the urge to fix it. She pulled her jacket sleeve forward a bit, so it covered her hand. Biting the inside of her cheek, she tried to tell herself that wiping things off the faces of others wasn't exactly polite. Too late. She put on hand on his shoulder, and the other on his face, wiping the grease off. She then backed up, her face red. "Uh, sorry, you had -" Renae just stopped herself.
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Renae exhaled as she returned back to his side, her cheeks still holding a light pink tint. She glanced her icy eyes towards the restaurant, noticing it was for pizza. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of food, as she shook her head at his suggestion.

"Whatever, Will," she muttered, raising an eyebrow at the boy. She was expecting an 'it's just William' in reply again. Renae took a seat, liking the view by the window. It was always better to have window seats, to give you something to look at and avoid being awkward.
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Renae let a small smirk float over her lips for a small moment. She looked at the menu with interest, she hadn't ever eaten here before. "I'm not sure, what's good here?" the demigod asked with a playful smile still on her face. Her icy eyes followed back to her sleeve, showing one of her old scars. The girl pulled it back down nonchalantly, hoping not to draw attention to the scar.

She heard his breath hitch. Oh gods. "What's wrong?" Renae asked, her face hidden behind the menu. That was just one of her many scars, place in a random order around her body. Some were larger than others, some hadn't fully healed, and some were barely noticeable. The demigod normally forgot about them, but she hadn't heard someone react to them like that in a while.
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Renae didn't believe his quick smile. It was too sudden and unnecessary. Her icy blue eyes met his, and she knew he was lying. "You're lying," she whispered, her voice soft. Brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, she glanced back at the menu.

She nodded at his order, still searching for her favorite. She liked all meat pizza, and finally found it. "Okay," Renae muttered, trying to avoid his eyes. She felt a little unnerved, knowing he was trying to think of what hurt her. The demigod tried to avoid thinking of it.
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Renae raised an eyebrow at him, still thinking that he saw something, or thought something. Either way,something was wrong. "Whatever," she muttered dismissively. Her icy eyes met his, and she sighed, exhaling, which caused some of the hair in her face to flicker in front of her eyes. "Something is, I can tell," the demigod said softly, giving him a passive glance.  

Shutting her menu, she slid it to the middle of the table with a flick of her wrist. The little movement slid her jacket sleeve up enough to show the start of the same scar as before. Renae set her hands in her lap as the waiter neared. "One slice of all-meat please," she told the waiter with a smile.
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Renae glanced out the window at the passing people while he ordered, staying silent for a while. His voice awoke her from her small trance. "I'm fine," she replied softly. Nothing was wrong with her. She convinced herself of that many times, and had to continuously.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Renae asked, looking over at William. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, crossing her arms. This was the kind of awkward she wanted to avoid.
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Renae glanced down at the table, studying the work of it. She noticed cracks in the wood, like someone had attempted to scratch in their name, or something like that. She listened to William with little interest, feeling like she had just opened a window to her feelings, and it was letting in a draft. "I'm fine," the demigod insisted, crossed her arms as she reclined in her seat.

She was about to protest as he paid for her, but kept silent instead. Renae took a small bite out of her pizza, suddenly not hungry. The silence settled over their conversation, which didn't make her feel any better. The only person she had told about her scars was McKenna, who shared some of her knowledge of abusive parenting. However, she wasn't going to just share that with everyone.  
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