Leandra Kershaw looked nothing like her mother, she decided quickly. The small shrine for Angerona had been ordered by Jason Grace following that whole war with Gaea. So many new shrines to every single god and goddess that could be thought of. Leandra was torn on whether or not she was pleased to see her mother's shrine or not.
The small teen was on her knees, head bowed as she tried to pay respects to the goddess who had bore her. It was difficult after all of these years to not resent to minor goddess. Could she even be considered a minor goddess? Few knew the name, even here at camp. Still, the effect that Angerona had on Leandra was not minor.
She silently prayed that she would be able to help people, and swore to uphold the secrets of all who asked. That was her least favorite blessing from her mother. Confessor. The keeper of secrets. She could not reveal. It was a burden on her like no other, so many people's secrets. After six years in the Legion, people knew, there was no stopping that. Still, what was the benefit of it? How did it help her?
It doesn't. It only helps Rome. A voice inside her head said, she shook her head hard, then signed and got up. She moved over to a bench and grabbed a book out of her bag. The shrines were an excellent place read, in silence, to rejuvenate.
The small teen was on her knees, head bowed as she tried to pay respects to the goddess who had bore her. It was difficult after all of these years to not resent to minor goddess. Could she even be considered a minor goddess? Few knew the name, even here at camp. Still, the effect that Angerona had on Leandra was not minor.
She silently prayed that she would be able to help people, and swore to uphold the secrets of all who asked. That was her least favorite blessing from her mother. Confessor. The keeper of secrets. She could not reveal. It was a burden on her like no other, so many people's secrets. After six years in the Legion, people knew, there was no stopping that. Still, what was the benefit of it? How did it help her?
It doesn't. It only helps Rome. A voice inside her head said, she shook her head hard, then signed and got up. She moved over to a bench and grabbed a book out of her bag. The shrines were an excellent place read, in silence, to rejuvenate.