by faye. » Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:05 pm
B e a t r i c e L e o n a r d o
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15 years old - unclaimed - crush: Simon - in the amphitheater - with Simon
I listened calmly as Simon told the brutal history. When he finished, there was a slight pause, as I was thinking of what to say. "I only have one question: where were Chiron and Mr. D?" It intrigued me that this somehow managed to get by the both of them, or maybe they only found out after it happened. The same campers must still be here, but I wasn't sure. It was also strange to me that they didn't seem to be punished for this, even though I was sure Chiron would not have taken sides.I didn't want to pound Simon with questions. Obviously, it took a lot in him to be able to tell me this. I felt half guilty and half grateful. Obviously this must've tormented him a lot.
"I'm not gonna try and relieve your worry, or justify this whole incident, but I will say this: even if you are a son of Hermes, that doesn't mean I'm a daughter of Nemesis. We aren't those people, and they weren't us." I took a short pause, trying to find the words. "Even if those same campers are here - the children on Nemesis and Hermes, I mean - that doesn't mean the same thing will happen again. I don't know who my father is, but I can guarantee you it's not Ares or Hades. I know that for sure. So...I guess what I mean is...maybe things haven't changed and won't ever change, but it would seem weird for a non-war-like cabin to assault you if they ever saw us. No matter what cabin that may be." I hoped I made my point, but I wasn't sure. There was still something missing, something...fishy about this whole thing, but maybe it was just a strange gut feeling I was getting. I wasn't sure what point Simon had in telling me this, except the fact that we had to be careful. And watch our backs. And, maybe that there's bad luck with children of Hermes and relationships.
I looked down at our hands for a second, glancing at Simon's face on the way. I hoped he wasn't as...worried? Stressed? He was hard to read right now.
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