Nevea stood in front of a stand-alone mirror, next to her frozen bed inside the cabin for the offspring of the lesser gods. It was surprisingly empty, and she didn't know why, although she would quite shortly. She was currently in the process of making sure that she looked absolutely perfect, as she had just changed because the recent fight had soiled her attire, and now it needed to be washed. She was reapplying her make-up. Beauty before control, as she always said.
To herself.
After all, if people knew how controlling she was, how could she use them? She laughed at the thought, and finished applying her make-up, before smoothing down her white, snowy dress. She put a sweet smile on and walked out of the cabin, making her way to where the commotion was, which just happened to be Thalia's tree. She audibly gasped when she saw that the Golden Fleece was gone. Then she took a few more moments to process this.
And she gasped again. The Golden Fleece was, to be perfectly frank, the only thing protecting the camp from monsters outside (definitely not the majority of campers, so weak, as she thought). That must have been the reason for the minotaur attack during the chariot races. She carefully made her way into the crowd, making one or two cutting remarks at campers who got in her way. Finally, nearly at the front, she stopped and listened to the conversation of her toys- Fellow Campers. Yes.