"I don't know some demigod who'll blab to their parent?" She asked with a cheeky grin. "Aww, well that sucks but I guess I can understand that, if it's special for you, sure I can tell you but I'll show you it's cooler." She tells her with another cheeky grin, pulling off her jacket to show her a row of inch long animals, there was three turtles, a dog, a wolf and panther, they started to move, the dog opened its mouth and a speech bubble with 'woof' appeared out of it. "It's it awesome?" She asked with a giggle before they moved away.


A string of words made their way to where they had been 'Όλα αυτά που βλέπουμε ή φαίνονται είναι παρά ένα όνειρο μέσα σε ένα όνειρο' was written there in Greek, before it rearranged into English where it said 'All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream' The words slowly slipped away and the head of tiger appeared on her arm. "I can't really show you my Lion, Dragon and tiger because they are too large for my arms." She says stroking the tiger's head gently before it disappeared and a lifeless tree appeared before slowly coming to life and going into bloom before it went away and another string of words appeared 'Ακίνητα του Maddox' which rearranged to "Belongs to Maddox." Which caused Ali to blush bring red. "He was going through a possessive faze." She says with a shrug after getting her blush under control.  The words moved away before the symbols for her father and grandfathers appeared along with one that belonged to Maddox. Then 5 celtic knots appeared and she ran a finger over then and they rearranged a few times before settling. 

Sakarra's eyes remain glued on Ali's arm the entire time the girl's tattoos were displaying themselves, feeling almost envious. Not many would guess she's the kind of girl to rebel, but Sakarra always wanted real tattoos. Ones that mean something to her, and not her tribe's view of what constitutes as memorable experiences.

Shaking her head, Sakarra smiles and claps her hands together, "Those are all... amazing! Even the one from Maddox being possessive; it has a real story behind it, you know? I wish my tattoos moved, but I'm too afraid of breaking tradition to look into having it done. Maybe when I get the ones on my face done; that'd cause some really cool reactions from people, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah it totally would." Ali said her eyes lighting up at the thought as a turtle slowly made its way onto her cheek and stayed there. "Well considering that he is the god of tattoo's one would think it would be acceptable to have him do something to your tattoo's wouldn't you think?" She asked with a cheeky grin, she was one who always loved to break the rules or at least bend them as often as possible. "Talk them into it by saying it's a godly blessing and one should not dismiss what the gods want should one?" She asked after thinking about a way around the problem.

Shaking her head, Sakarra sighs, "I have a feeling it won't be that easy. When I say they're traditional, I really mean traditional. They still live completely separate from modern, Western medicine and technology. I won't even go into detail on how they do the tattoos since they refuse to use the tools we have these days." She taps her chin with her finger as an idea strikes, giving Ali a look with a smirk, "I wonder, though, if there is a way to get them to agree. If, say, the Wise Women all have the same dream telling them that is what they should do. We Wise Woman take dreams as seriously as our real visions."

"And you should take them seriously, other wise why would you have them, and if someone was to say alter them, it could only be a god because who else would mess with such sacred dreams?" Ali asked positively beaming she hadn't had a chance to mess peoples dreams around in ages. "If someone was to say, place and image of you with moving tattoo's bowing to a god that made said tattoo's would that work or would it need to be more abstract? Just for my own entertainment mind you I would never make false dreams for anyone or anything like that."

Sakarra's lips twitch in amusement and excitement, "Well, I suppose hypothetically as long as it gets the point across, but a tad bit abstract would be better. Nothing ever comes to us too clear or vivid; for lack of a better description, it always leaves us feeling like we just did drugs. Perhaps a lot of images of moving tattoos and swirling tribal symbols along with the clear picture of the god giving moving tattoos." She sips at her drink as she waits for Ali to think it over. Maybe Sakarra is being selfish and immature to be going behind her tribe's back, but how many of them sacrifice their entire being to their role besides her? None of them. She feels she deserves some independence and rights to at least one thing she wants.

"I think hypothetically of course that I could do that but would never have the guts too." She tells her with a cheeky grin, thinking over how she would manipulate the dreams, plotting and planning what to add and manipulate. She tapped her chin while thinking. "I'm hungry." She said with a chuckle, grabbing a bowl of spaghetti with meatballs and eating it as she plotted, not wanting to say anything more out loud in such a public place lest someone figure out what was going between them and it got back to the wise women in Sakarra's tribe and caused trouble for her.

Sakarra holds back a laugh and sips at her drink some more as she goes over in her mind how great it would be to have unique tattoos to the other Wise Women in the tribe. To be different. Granted, she is the first one to be a demigod, the first one to inherit the title as second in line, and the first who actually got married. But being a demigod isn't special since Cassila would have had that honor, and she herself only got the honor because of Cassila's choice to not accept the role. As for her marriage, though the sisters would never tell Jace, Sakarra's accepting of his proposal was discussed and approved by the council first. I would have married him either way, but still, she thinks.

"So what else do you do for fun other than get tattoos?" she asks.

"Hmm, Eat, Sleep, Practice with my Daggers, make people have nightmares and annoy my grandfathers." She said after a moment of thought, tapping her chin while she did so. "Ohh and gymnastics, that's fun, what do you do other than be a wise woman?" She had finished plotting out the dream that she was going to give the wise women of Sakarra's tribe, but she was mulling over how to implant them into people she didn't know, maybe there was a connection in Sakarra that she could go threw to get to the other women. "Do you have a link to the other wise woman in your tribe? or something like that?"

Sakarra smiles at the girl's hobbies. She is certainly interesting. "Well, the other Wise Women are mostly family. My mother and my grandmother are the real Wise Women, our line directly from the first seer gifted by Nyx. The rest are gifted more than most mortals in healing and are priestesses to moon goddesses. Kind of like the real Wise Women's assistants. I was trained by them all in their area of expertise."

She then shrugs and says, "As for what I do... I run the tribe. I do weddings, births, funerals. All that kind of stuff. Otherwise I swim, ride horses, practice hand to hand combat with my husband, and I spend time with my sister and her daughter doing whatever strikes our mood."

"Sounds interesting." She tells her with a grin, thinking over what she would have to do. "Sounds fun, I wish I had a sister, or a niece or a husband or wife, you know what, I'd be happy with having met my father just saying." She says her face going pensive, she had met her grandfathers but they didn't like hanging out with her, they were too wrapped up in one another, some days she felt really lonely, because she was 25 and the only person she had a strong relationship was an X-Boyfriend sometimes she wished that she hadn't been born to a god, because he was never around and she wondered how it would have been if she had a regular family with a mother, father and siblings but she knew that she just had to deal with the lot in life she was given.

"I never met my mom," Sakarra says understandingly, "My godly mom, I mean. And my sister hated me for sixteen years... a child of Mars, she wasn't very friendly.... she only started liking me because I started dating her brother." Resting her chin in her hand, she sighs, "It's hard being a demigod child. You never see your parent, or used to not see them anyway, and you always fight to gain attention from them but it never works."

Looking over at Ali again, Sakarra asks, "How would you react if you did meet your father? I don't even know what I'd be like if my mom showed up after twenty did years."

"I don't really know how I'd react, maybe ask him why ten years ago he came to camp and didn't even bother to pop in and say, 'Hey, I'm your dad and I would have loved to have been there when you were growing up, I'm sorry you have had such a crappy time at the orphanage that you felt you had to run away at 10 and then live on the streets for two years before being force to go back to a place where everyone hated you. I loved your mum and I was sad that she died giving birth to you she was ecstatic to be pregnant and she loved you more than anything.' Even if it was a lie I'd like to have heard that. Or maybe something about how I looked like my mum? Or what she was like, I know nothing about her." She said, with a sniff, rubbing her eyes so the tears that had slowly filled her eyes didn't fall down her face. 

Sakarra places a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder and makes no comment about the tears. "I am sincerely sorry you went through that," she says, suddenly feeling bad that despite some issues she had a great childhood compared to many demigods, even better than her own sister's. How can she complain about her life when demigods like Ali existed all over the world. "Have you ever considered going to find him?" She asks with a frown at the God's behavior, though can anyone say such behavior surprises them? "Sometimes the gods need a swift kick from reality through their children confronting them."

"It's okay, it's not your fault, I'm over it." She tells her with a shrug, thinking about what she had said about finding her dad and she shook her head. "No, I....I don't want to turn up there and have him tell me he wants nothing to do with me, I'd much rather at least pretend that it's because of the gods decree and not that he doesn't want to see me that he staid away you know? I can still cling to the fantasy. I don't think my father cares one way or the other so I'd rather not stir up that beast if I don't have to."