Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33964026-20171216184834/@comment-26874253-20180205061812

Amy had to stop herself rolling her eyes as the display of godly fashion design. Demigods. Super typical. It was practically an every day occurrence back at her old school in Greece... but she supposed she shouldn't be thinking such snarky thoughts. She was fairly certain that smile Briar had sent in her direction had been a kind one and not sarcastic... at least as far as she could tell. And she supposed that was her cue so she should be focusing on walking without tripping instead of dwelling in past unsavoury encounters with demigods.

She slid to the edge of the limo seat and carefully planted her foot and hoof on the carpet before standing up to begin her stride down the aisle of photographers. She really hoped Grandma Hecate had heard her and wouldn't let her trip. Now all she had to do was exude all the confidence and charm she possessed if she even stood a chance of being noticed after that magical quick-change.