[Nor does she know Apollo's age. Both of those things will soon be remedied though.
It's subtle, but there's a faint rustling of the leaves in the treetops moving towards Cecilia's position, branches bending for an instant before snapping back into place. It becomes increasingly louder as it approaches until it would be hard not to notice. The sound stops abruptly in the thick canopy near her, then a bit more rustling, quieter this time, comes from that spot.
A figure drops down next to her and lands in a crouch before standing, a red-haired boy in an old shin-length green coat with a large feathered amulet around his neck. The way his coat billowed as he descended would have allowed her to see that under the coat is worn dull green clothing, a brown leather courier bag, and a pair of very beat-up brown boots. Saying that he's 5'1" would be generous. He's most definitely not an adult.]
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It's subtle, but there's a faint rustling of the leaves in the treetops moving towards Cecilia's position, branches bending for an instant before snapping back into place. It becomes increasingly louder as it approaches until it would be hard not to notice. The sound stops abruptly in the thick canopy near her, then a bit more rustling, quieter this time, comes from that spot.
A figure drops down next to her and lands in a crouch before standing, a red-haired boy in an old shin-length green coat with a large feathered amulet around his neck. The way his coat billowed as he descended would have allowed her to see that under the coat is worn dull green clothing, a brown leather courier bag, and a pair of very beat-up brown boots. Saying that he's 5'1" would be generous. He's most definitely not an adult.]