[Nico stops with her, intuitively remaining silent for a minute as she appears to take in the night sky. It's a clear night and the stars always shine bright at Camp, perhaps the gods wanting their children to acknowledge their greatness anytime they looked up.]
...we're far enough from the city that there isn't much light pollution here. It's pretty, isn't it? [His own eyes seek out the constellations he knows, some as old as Camp and some that he eyes have only been there for a few years.]
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...we're far enough from the city that there isn't much light pollution here. It's pretty, isn't it? [His own eyes seek out the constellations he knows, some as old as Camp and some that he eyes have only been there for a few years.]