Rose has had her good runs and her bad runs. This one's been... a little rough.

"Okay, you were a little sloppy with those butterflies this time," Artemis critiques her with characteristic well-meaning bluntness. "Take a breather, get your head on straight, and get ready, because Theseus and Asterius won't go easy on you."

Rose mutters a "Thanks," though she's fairly sure Artemis can't hear her, as she floats across the lush fields. She hears the calm waters of the Lethe and considers resting awhile there... then sees she isn't alone.

"Oh right," says Artemis. "That one. She's all right, Rose."

"Hey," says Rose, acutely aware that she looks like shit. At least she's floating like a foot above the grass. That impresses girls, probably. "Hoshiko, right?"