DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON.
"What are you doing?" A voice behind the Oracle asked. The flaming red haired girl turned her head to the sixteen year old Nico di Angelo. The boy had a confused look plastered on his face as he was looking over her shoulder to see her art.
"I'm doing something called painting. It's something that your old mind has not obviously seen yet." She sarcastically said as she continued to focus on her picture, making sure even the tiniest details were in place.
"Ha ha, very funny. Is that a new prophecy?" Nico pointed. Rachel rolled her eyes. Not all her pieces of art were prophecies. She did like drawing for fun.
"Yes it is." Even though the statement was not true, Rachel knew it would be better to give the son of Hades what he wished. She placed her paint splattered brush between her teeth as she used her index finger to gently wipe something on the painting.
Nico was very intrigued to see how she did it. The painting was carefully worked on, the items so cautiously done, he was very impressed at what this girl could do.
"Do you mind? You're breathing down my neck." She said annoyed as she pulled out the brush to give Nico an 'are you serious?' look.
"Sorry, but this art is just amazing." He admitted, breathing out hard as if he just finished running a marathon.
"Thank you." He smirked, glad she wasn't getting annoyed by him anymore.
"Oh and can you leave? Your presence is giving off a bad aura and I don't want anything negative in my work. See you!" Rachel smiled as she waved to him. He gave her a death glare as he headed off.