Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|tags:Aggy
August nodded sagely, trying very hard to keep a straight face. “I see,”she said. “Then I guess it would make sense that you don’t know about the initiation ceremony. You’re not allowed to use a weapon on camp property until you’ve passed the trials.” She spoke as seriously as she could, trying to sound wise and commanding. She watched the younger girls expression, trying to judge if she was actually buying this. “Don’t worry though, it’s not too hard, and I can take you through it if you want.” Auggie gave her best attempt at a friendly smile, though it played off as more of a malicious smirk as she stood up, brushing a lock of dark purple hair behind her ear.


