a/n: hey, I ish back! Writing another Percy x Reyna fic, just because I'm bored, but, truth be told, I did want to write something like this for a while. I even drew a picture for this. Set right after Mark of Athena, in Camp Jupiter. No percabeth, with slight anti-percabeth, no offense to anybody. If you're a percabeth fan, you don't have to read this. On with the story. Two to three chapters. Mostly Percy x Reyna, with suggested Clovis x Lacy. Thanks to Retrobution for reviewing Seeing Triangles. Thanks to Wisdom conquers all, Divine Psyche and mr teddy lupin for adding Seeing Triangles to story alerts, too. Thanks to Leaseablue for favoriting Seeing Triangles.


REYNA

Reyna had long ago mastered the art of weaving through crowds effortlessly and seamlessly. By now, it was instinct. She could barely hear over all the buzz about the 'dance.' Honestly, she didn't understand what a 'dance' was. She understood what it was to dance, but not what a dance was. Well, you couldn't blame her. After all, she had only ever lived in a magical, almost non-existent island and a camp that was isolated from the rest of the world.

It was late, and almost time for the dance. The girls around her were showing each other their dresses, and the guys were sympathizing with each other—they didn't really want to go to the dance. As for Reyna… well, she didn't even prepare for the dance. The dance was tonight, and she was fully intending not to go. Well, maybe she wanted to have a peek, but then she would leave. She had things to plan, in the Principia. She simply couldn't afford to waste time on a silly dance.

Somewhere along the way, somebody grabbed her arm and pulled her aside.

The girl had blond pigtails and braces, but she was still pretty. There was something about her that made you look. Reyna recognized her as a Venus—uh, Aphrodite girl that Piper had introduced her to a few days before. Her name was Lacy.

Lacy was positively bobbing up and down with excitement. She was your typical sanguine personality, only she was a bit more organized. "Reyna! Just who I was looking for. You know, you can't avoid us forever. Come on!"

This girl runs like a deer, Reyna thought, as she was being dragged away. She expected to be taken to Lacy's temporary cabin, but instead, she was dragged too her own cabin.

Looking in, Reyna's hand flew up to her mouth to stifle a gasp. These children of the goddess of love had been busy.

On one wall of her cabin now hung a full length mirror, and a pair of 'gladiator' slippers sat at the foot of her bed. On her bed, two dresses had been laid out. One was a one-shouldered dress that was white at the top, the color deepening into a rich teal color toward the hem. The other one was a deep baroque purple, with golden beads that started just under the chest, the gaps between them shrinking toward the hem. It had spaghetti straps that Reyna thought she could snap with a slice of butter.

"Lacy… you didn't do this alone, did you?"

"No, of course not! Piper and Drew helped me pick out the dresses, even though Piper had to make Drew do it, and Mitchell helped hand up the mirror," she laughed. "Now, sit down!"

She steered Reyna over to the dressing table, and pushed her down onto the stool. She undid the thick braid that hung down Reyna's back. She scooped up half of it and expertly twisted it into an elegant knot at the back of her head.

Honestly, Reyna was secretly glad she didn't have to do all this alone. Doing that herself would mean admitting that she did want to go to the dance, or ball, or whatever. It would also mean that she was admitting to herself that she was excited about it, especially if she put in the slightest amount of effort. But no, of course she would do that—she would be hurting her pride.

Lacy took a good look at her face. "Hmm, I know you won't want to wear make-up (and you're pretty enough already), but this is the least you can wear. Now stop squirming!" she giggled as she swiped some skin-colored powder on Reyna's face, which actually didn't feel so bad. "No one will see much of your face tonight, though, considering the theme."

The 'theme' of the dance was 'Venetian,' so basically it was going to be a masquerade ball. A few days ago, the Venus and Aphrodite kids handed out masks for everyone. Each mask would have only one that was identical. During the ball, they would have to find the person with the same mask, and share one waltz before revealing themselves. They would only be allowed to dance with their partners during the dance; no one else.

It really was going to be quite exciting—Reyna just didn't want to admit it.

"Now, which dress would you like to wear?"

"I don't like wearing dresses at all. I don't want to go back to being an accursed Barbie doll."

"Pick."

"Well, I don't like to feel out of uniform…"

Lacy stared at her incredulously. "Well, it looks like we've decided. Don't worry, you're going to be as pretty as a posy," she smiled.


a/n: so, how was it? Short? I know. Too much dialogue? Cheesy? Flat? Stupid? Way too cliché? I felt that Lacy was little OOC, did you? I was thinking a little of Pinkie Pie so… If OOC, I'm sorry for that. Please review!