Long, winding cobblestone streets faded to dirt paths as Annabeth followed Chasti to her home. The tall blond had been mostly silent the whole trip. Annabeth, on the other hand, made several meek attempts at conversation that hadn't gotten far. Most of them were comments about their surroundings, the weather, and just about every other cliche conversation starters. As the stone path was far behind them, however, the pale, scarred lips of Annabeth opened less and less.
Chasti had been listening to her chatty companion the entire walk, but only silently answered the questions given to her. Despite having all the answers to the simple questions, she could only glance at her company with a nervous look. Here she was, calm and collected Chasti having trouble finding the words she wanted to say. Question after question became silent moments filled only with loud footsteps and barely there hoof beats. The feathered woman felt the slightest bit of guilt and shame as she turn