Karter Zael | Hades | Tagging: Valkeri | Location: Camp, Dining Hall
Karter nodded. "Yeah, sounds good to me," he agreed. He tried for a more or less friendly smile, but was quite sure it only came off awkward or lopsided.
Henry "Hank" Walker|Male|Apollo|Location: Strawberry Fields----> Dining Pavilion |tags: KennaHank really wanted to point out that this was weather magic, but he bit back his tongue, figuring that he should avoid the tender topic for now. "Cool!" He breathed, clearly impressed by the umbrella.
He tucked in close to share their heat, careful to watch her face to see if it bothered her. He focused on picking their way back to the Dining Pavilion. Camp was practically a winter wonderland, with snow lodging on the still very green and leafy trees, and tall grasses reaching out of a bed of white. It was, really disturbing actually. Living in Wyoming, Hank was no stranger to winter and snow, but the combination of summer and winter almost made him shiver more than the cold did.
He was quite glad when they finally exited the fields, though the haunting image of ripe strawberries drowning in snow would take a while to leave his mind. "So, do you have a favorite snow activity?" He asked with a side glance to the girl, hoping to lighten the dour mood.
Kade Turner | Athena | Tagging: Pippa | Location: Camp
With Pippa moving inside to check out her new cabin, Kade lingered where he was a moment. He didn’t know if any of the other Aphrodite kids were in there to help her out, but until he had confirmation one way or another, it didn’t feel right to just leave her there. Then she had reappeared to ask a question.
"It really depends on the head counsellors. Sometimes we have a firmer set schedule, but most of the time, it’s just doing more or less whatever unless Chiron or Mr. D say anything."
Mirabelle blinked as Ben's words echoed in her mind. There's always a fire burning, even when you can't see it. She felt her scattered thoughts begin to settle with those deep words. In both senses of the phrase - metaphorical and physical - it provided a warm sense of comfort. A small yet genuine smile tugged at her lips, though responsibility still weighed heavily on her shoulders. "I should probably get back to my cabin and grab my coat," she ventured. "I need to make sure they're well-stocked with winter attire, and ask around to see if anyone has had any dreams pertaining to the cold weather - especially any that give a recognisable location. We still have no idea where we need to go." Though her gaze had become distant with thought as she spoke, her blue-grey eyes suddenly filled with sharp focus. "Ben," she stated, turning to look the son of Hephaestus straight in the face. "Thank you." Sincerity filled her voice. She wasn't just saying this to be polite, as usual - the willowy blonde really meant it this time. Though she was at loathe to leave Ben's warming presence, she knew she would have to brave the cold sooner or later. Taking a decided breath, she cast him one last smile as she prepared to leave.
"Far out," Chuck agreed, smiling as he nodded. "Let's like, book over there before all the good stuff's gone." The satyr started making his way out of the dining pavilion, being careful this time as so not to slip on the newly fallen snow. A chill breeze blew by, causing him to shiver slightly. Chuck rubbed his arms to warm them up, thankful once again for the fur coating his lower half. "Man, I hope someone up at the Big House knows what's goin' on," he murmured. "This is, like, totally whack."
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