The Tavern

Annabeth let out a heavy sigh as she makes her way into the tavern. She should be used to all the stares being in the circus but it was worse feeling the stares burning into her. She knew that flowers growing out of her horns were strange but she found a certain beauty to it. Something others clearly didn't agree on. She pulls her hood tighter to try and hide the branches for from her horns as she takes a seat at an empty table.

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