Monsters,Gods, and Greeks! : A Camp Half-Blood RP ( Open! )

[Nari UwU]

"No, I'm fine. I'm just out of my element is all." Lzzie explains

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Finn-
I nodded in understanding. "Could you please do something for me? It's not too hard, I don't think."

[Nari UwU]

"What do you need?" She asks

[shadows~light]

Finn-
"I know a really calming song that my mother use to play to me when I was sick," I started. "If you'll go to the Apollo cabin, you'll see a guitar by the bed on the side of the cabin, by the window. Could you bring that to me so I can play her the song? Hopefully it will calm her down a bit, take her mind off the pain she's in."

[Nari UwU]

"Sure." Lizzie said, happy to be doing something, although taking orders from a boy bothered her. Especially since he was an Apollo kid. Apollo was annoying, but she retrieved the guitar like she was asked

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Finn-
When the girl came back I took my guitar and said, "Thank you... I didn't catch your name."

[Nari UwU]

"Elizabeth." She said, sitting in the corner

[infinity.]

Name Ember Lital
Age 14
Gender Female
Mortal Parent Marie Kital
Godly Parent Apollo
Personality She is shy, and quiet not very outgoing.
History She has been chased by monsters, her and her mother have moved around everyone, therefore she had no chance to make many friends.
Pets
Weapon of Choice
Looks
Other nothing

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Finn-
I smiled. "Well nice to meet you Elizabeth. I am Finn. Thank you for getting my guitar for me." I nodded politely at her, then turned to the wounded girl. I started strumming the lullaby my mother would sing to me when she'd leave on long trips. After a few times of getting the ball rolling, I started singing too.

"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Just know that I'll always be true.

And that while I'm away
I'll write home everyday
And send all my lovin to you."

[KumyaKuma]

|Surda|

What the boy fed to me, I didn't know what it was. But, it tasted like the stew of rabbit meat, rice, a grey sauce that had a spicey tange to it, and the handfuls of herbs that my Grandpa always used to make me. The memory of it hurt my heart more then the pain from my phsyical wounds. I wanted to cry but I forced myself not to. And wha he had given me to eat, hadtaken awa some more of my pain and mayhaps brought down my fever a tad. I stared blankly up at the ceiling, blinking my eyes heavily, the boy's singing taking me to aother place. I warm happy place, but the small twinges of pain prevented me from being all the way there. The annoying hurtful reminder that, I was still very much injured.