Zephyr's gaze broke from the centaur as Tempe shifted slightly. He realized that his temperature had dropped, much like hers, except for the fact hers rose. He also noted that he never found it comfortable when she got hotter, so he sucked in a breath and tried to calm down, hoping his skin would go back to normal. Or, rather, trying to force it to, as he didn't want her to be uncomfortable. As she started to speak, he let his gaze linger on her. It immediately turned slightly softer, instead of being sharper than a razorblade. His shoulders dropped about half an inch, and he slowly let out the breath he had been holding. "Okay." He wasn't one to argue with her, as he guessed she'd argue right back. Without a second glance towards Chiron, he headed for the main center, where the Oracle was stationed in the attic.

Tempe tensed slightly as she watched Zeph, simply hoping he would listen. To her surprise, he did. She blinked lightly at him and gave a small nod, intertwining her fingers with his as they made their way to the main house. "Thank you." She murmured softly, relaxing as his temperature rose again. The slight icy hint to his skin wasn't the most pleasant to be around when he was upset.

She led the way into the house a blew out a breath as she faced down the attic entrance. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before she made her way forward, opening the attic door and creeping in to speak to the Oracle.

Zephyr calmed a little more as their fingers intertwined, pushing the thought of Chiron out of his mind. "Where did Miss Blustery go?" He teased lightly as they entered the building, though even he blew out a breath before entering the room with the Oracle. They went through the usual routine of the creepy mummy lady who gave them a riddle and no information, then walked out slightly more annoyed then when they went in. "Well that was helpful." He commented with a slight grumble in his voice. They practically got told they would get seriously injured and might not complete the quest. With a sigh, Zeph paused outside, looking around. "we'd better suit up."

So I was thinking- Maybe when they're on the quest, they come across a survivor? Which happens to be a Hermes/Apollo kid around their age that she makes friends with, then Zeph gets jealous?))

Tempe blew out a slightly amused breath at the tease, glancing up at him. "Out the window when Chiron started talking." She joked, straightening as they spoke to the Oracle. As helpful as ever, they came back out just as blind. "Very." She muttered, following him down the stairs and then leading the way to his cabin. "Yeah. I'm gonna grab my bag, then we can swing by the armory and get what we need." She nodded.

(Yes! This thing here was a sporadic idea of mine, but I like yours much better XD)

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((Hey! I'm just putting this here so you can respond in a seperate post, that way I'll know when you respond!))

Zephyr chuckled lightly, trying to focus on her light words instead of the dreary situation. He had always been treated like crap, so why would he expect any different now? He nodded at her words, entering his cabin and letting out a small huff. "We ARE stopping on the way in to get me a leather jacket." He stated, an obviously non negotiable thing. He threw practically all his clothes- two shirts and a pair of jeans, pretty much- in a bag, along with a lot of sharp objects. He strapped the dagger belt on, dropped some daggers in, and made sure his sword-dagger was in there. He slipped a couple more in different places, feeling bare without his jacket. Still. He then went to the door. "We can go to the armory to get the rest." He said quietly, internally dreading the trip ahead. It wasn't like he didn't like doing anything, but he also didn't like going on death quests every couple of days.

Tempe grinned at his statement, stooping to rifle through her bag and pull out a knife belt, pulling it on around her hips and then attaching a thigh sheath around her leg. She was quick and back on her feet in a moment, slinging her bag over her shoulder and making her way back to the door with a less defined hobble. "Got it." She nodded, reaching for his hand as she walked out and started toward the armory. She had a curious tug in her stomach- it was telling her to hurry. This was urgent, or so something in her gut told her.

Zephyr glanced at her, noticing her still limping, his face twisting into a frown. He didn't want her to have to deal with pain as she was going on a quest to fight Cyclops and possibly get killed. With this thought, he gripped her hand tightly, not wanting to let go. He knew she could take care of herself, but if anything happened to her, he'd be heartbroken. He walked quickly to the armory, keeping in step with her, then put anything he didn't have into his bag or a random sheath or two. After slinging the bag over his shoulders, he stepped out. "Sorry." He didn't want to take her by surprise, but he was going to anyway. They quickly melded into the shadows, sliding into the darkness. Materializing in a store, he pretty much just grabbed a jacket and strode to the counter. The store was practically all leather, and he had been there a couple times, so he knew where what he wanted was. After paying for it, he slid them back into the shadows, and this time they appeared in a small house, out in the country, seemingly abandoned and run down. "Okay. We should discuss the plan. The Oracle said, sort of, to go towards the sunset, in other words just head west to find the cyclops group. Should we just go in guns blazing?" He asked, dropping the bag and pulling on the jacket as he spoke. It even had the skull and crossbones his other one had- they were popular in that store. However, it didn't have the embroidery of Cerberus on the front, so he'd have to do that before it really felt like his jacket.

Tempe glanced up at Zephyr as he grabbed her hand, pulled from her thoughts. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze at the grave look on his face, releasing him for a few moments when they hit the armory. She essentially threw as many blades and poisons She could fit into her bag, latching it after and filling in a few empty sheathes. After, she slung it over her shoulder and reached for Zephyr's hand again, tilting her head at the apology and opening her mouth to speak. Instead, she got dragged through the shadow-world, whispy tendrils of blackness licking at her body in the moment it took to pass through. Like they were trying to tear her away from him. She shuddered when they made it to the store, blinking to push the feeling off. "A little warning next time would be awesome." She grumbled, dropping his hand and smoothing hers over her neck to get the goosebumps down. She waited quietly, observing her surroundings as he got what he wanted, taking his hand again when he came back, this time expecting but not ready for the shadow travel. So matter how hard She tried, there was no preparing for that empty, yet heavy feeling. She blew out a breath as they made it somewhere else, glancing out the window to observe her surroundings. She was slightly pissed he hadn't given her any forewarning for the shadow travels, nor the plan that they were coming to... whereever this was. She dropped his hand and let out a sigh, running an anxious hand through her hair. "I say we try to do a little bit of recon, see what information we can gather. From what I know, I'd guess they're somewhere in Montana- it's good country for them, and some migrated south from Canadian mountain ranges a few decades ago because of trouble with giants. I'd say we start there, see what we can find for witnesses and info, then find them, observe them- make a plan, kill them." She listed, pacing ever so slightly as she twirled her bracelet around and around her wrist.