1x1 [ Harper. & ShimmerSolarPets ]

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Camp Half-Blood, located in Long Island Sound, is a safe refuge for Greek demigods- the offspring of a Greek deity and a mortal human. But, this is not a story of Camp Half-Blood.

This is a story of four demigod campers who foolishly made an enemy of the Greek god Morpheus. Having sparked the anger of the god of dreams, Morpheus put the four demigods to sleep and sent them back in time- all the way to the great war of Troy. While war and chaos spread among the mortals, a war also breaks out between the Greek goddesses Athena, Hera, and Aphrodite for the Apple of Discord placed among them by Eris. The four demigods have to fight against the three powerful goddesses to recover the Apple of Discord and destroy it to put an end to this petty feud in order to go back home.

But, will they be able to succeed with both the gods in their prime and mortals against them? Or will they perish in the era of the Trojan War as payment for incurring the wrath of the god of dreams?

Please do not post unless you are Harper. or me.

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Rachel Gunther - daughter of Ares
Tristan Bane - son of Hades
Hera - Greek goddess of marriage & childbirth
Athena - Greek goddess of war & wisdom

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Adeline Harkins - daughter of Poseidon
Leland Santanos - son of Hephaestus
Aphrodite - Greek goddess of love & beauty
Morpheus - Greek god of dreams

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personal information:
name: adeline harkins
xx↳ nicknames: addy
gender: female
age: 16 years old
xx↳ october 14th
sexual orientation: heteroromantic heterosexual
martial status: single

personality:
positive traits: responsible, protective, kind, hard-working
negative traits: quiet, insensitive, stubborn, adventurous
paragraph: adeline is a serious character whom is quiet and often has loner tendencies. she enjoys solitude and tends to sit back and observe. she rarely talks about her feelings and is quite insensitive to the hardships of others. she doesn't connect with people and thus, finding her words of sympathy to be very false and bleak. she is a hard-working individual and once she has identified her goals, works steadily to them. often times, when people discourage her, adeline is motivated to do just that. she promotes tradition and often doesn't stray from them. she follows the rules but has been noted to break them when lives are on the line. adeline is an adventurous sort, wanting to explore and learn although that most often leads her into trouble. she is responsible, especially when it comes to her friends' safety. she is noted to hold people to high standards and does not accept apologies easily. as insensitive as she is, it is hard to encourage adeline to do anything that helps people but has been done before. furthermore, she is impatient when it comes to long explanations. while a rock-hard leader in the face of danger, adeline fights for security and a peaceful life.

godly parent: poseidon
mortal parent: valentina harkins
languages: english

appearance:
height: 5' 4''
nationality: american
accent: neutral
hair color: brown
hair length: short
eye color: hazel
weapons: silverlight, a celestial bronze sword

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personal information:
name: leland santanos
xx↳ nicknames: lee
gender: male
age: 17 years old
xx↳ may 18th
sexual orientation: biromantic heterosexual
martial status: single

personality:
positive traits: easy-going, creative, calm, carefree, brutally honest
negative traits: quiet, bold, stubborn, messy
paragraph: leland is a quiet and reserved young man. he is more of a loner at camp half-blood with his interests pursuing intellectual things such as reading and building over developing relationships and friends. he is an observer, taking the time needed to survey his surroundings before taking action. in the demigod world, his lack of taking risks makes him a vulnerable fighter. however, he is a master of discovering information in secret as his attention to the smallest details is easiest for him to pick up. leland is not known to show his feelings in front of anyone, earning him the reputation of being an emotionless character. he finds himself detached and seeking solitude. his social skills are awkward and he almost always hate to be near happy and outgoing people. despite this, leland often finds himself being more carefree when around such characters. being the son of hephaestus, he finds himself thinking of logical and with creative and originals strategies but is almost never the one to execute them. leland frequently loses things, thus finding his magical reappearing items to be a blessing. he is a disorganized and messy person. despite his more quiet persona, leland is also the one to be a rule-beaker. he does things alone and finds no interest in leading or following others. often times, it is hard to persuade him and he is not one to compromise. on anything.
godly parent: hephaestus
mortal parent: ruth santanos
languages: english

appearance:
height: 5' 10''
nationality: spanish-american
accent: neutral
hair color: black
hair length: short
eye color: hazel
weapons: celestial bronze sword that reappears

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(( name // tristan bane | age // 13 | gender // male | godly parent // hades | sexuality // heterosexual ))

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height // 145 cm
weight // 33 kg
build // diminutive
skin // pale
hair // short, messy, black
eyes // dark brown, almost black
scars // n/a
others // he has a childlike, somewhat cute face
but usually with a mischievous expression

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skills // necromancy,
shadow travel, sensing
life aura, talking to
ghosts
weapons // a stygian
iron sickle that can turn
into a silver bracelet

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Tristan likely belongs to the Hermes cabin more than he would in the Hades cabin.
Generally, he is playful and filled with childlike energy. He often acts like an innocent child
who is at awe with everything about Camp Half Blood and all the mythological stuff that happens.
However, he is actually a very mischievous trickster who likes to prank others. Tristan is
also quite a liar, mostly using his lies just to amuse himself and passing them off as just
"jokes". Despite this, there have been some cases where he used his ability to lie for more
malicious intent. Tristan feigns innocence to get himself out of trouble. Despite his usually
harmless pranks and fake childlike innocence, there is a much darker aspect to Tristan's
personality. He is unfazed by morbid things like death, even going as far as to make
inappropriate jokes about it. He also has a dark sense of humor sometimes. He seems to
enjoy seeing people's misfortunes or feelings of panic and confusion, though he isn't
sadistic and does not actually wish for harm to befall others. It is very difficult to know
what Tristan is thinking, as he has a tendency to conceal his true thoughts underneath
his mischievous exterior. He is actually very intelligent and cunning. Tristan actually cares
about the people around him, but he likes to hide that fact for some unknown reason.

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Tristan lived only with a single mother, so he was very attached to her. He always noticed
how melancholic she looked. So, Tristan began to play around. He became a mischievous child,
making jokes and always trying to entertain his mother. He told absurd stories. His mother
would always laugh at his antics, and that made him happy. However, one day, Tristan had
spotted monsters and tried to warn his mother. His mother only laughed, thinking he was joking.
Until the monsters attacked. They destroyed his house. His mother had gotten trapped underneath
the rubble. Tristan managed to get her out, and the two of them escaped. However, the
rubble did permanent damage to his mother's legs. She sent him to Camp Half-blood for his
safety, where he learnt about his heritage and thought that he was the reason his mother
seemed sad all the time. So, he decided to stay year round, thinking it was the best for them.

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(( name // rachel gunther | age // 17 | gender // female | godly parent // ares | sexuality // heterosexual ))

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height // 168 cm
weight // 54 kg
build // athletic, slightly muscular
skin // light
hair // wavy golden blonde, reaching to ribcage
eyes // bright blue
scars // a small, almost unnoticeable one on her
nosebridge
others // n/a

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skills // skilled with
weapons, enhanced
fighting abilities,
odikinesis
weapons // a greek
spear with celestial
bronze tip and
boar-shaped weight

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Rachel is an odd child of Ares. She is usually optimistic and outgoing, often seen with a
cheerful smile on her face. She is idealistic and hard-working. Often, Rachel is the type
of girl who tries to motivate everyone. A notable thing about her is that she tries to avoid
conflict, especially the physical kind. She prefers to resolve things with words. Rachel is
kind and compassionate, always trying to take into account everyone's feelings. However,
she can also be quite stubborn about her views. Once she has some sort of opinion in mind,
it would be really hard to get her to change it. Rachel is really sensitive, easily upset when
others are also upset. Driven by emotions most of the time, she can get really reckless.
Rachel is impulsive, listening to her heart more than her head. She is the type to leap into
situations without looking. That gets her in trouble sometimes. Despite her happy-go-lucky
personality, Rachel can also be quite firm. She is tactful, but she will tell someone off if
she thinks they are doing something wrong. Perhaps the thing that makes her most vulnerable
is her naivety. One can easily take advantage of her idealism and reckless nature, and
her kindness makes her an easy target of manipulation.

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Rachel lives in a family of four: her biological mother, her stepfather, a younger half-brother,
and herself. Being the "big sister", she's always thinking of new ways to entertain her younger
brother and to motivate him into working hard. Rachel loves her stepfamily, and in turn, they
are very happy with Rachel. However, due to her heritage as a daughter of Ares, she has
an uncontrollable ability to manipulate feelings of anger around her. At school, people would
pick fights with her because of her odikinesis. This upset her at first, but she always fought
back. At first, she thought that they were the odd ones, trying to pick fights for no reason.
However, she soon realized that there must be something wrong with her, as she easily
sparked the anger of generally docile people. At the age of 13, she was brought to Camp Half-
Blood. Since then, she's been able to suppress her odikinesis to some extent, though it still
resurfaces unconsciously.

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adeline harkins - daughter of Poseidon
Sleep had never come easy for Adeline but she had always been able to catch a few hours of shuteye every night while staying at Camp Half-Blood. However, the past few days had been nothing but maddening for the Greek half-blood. School in New York had let out just two weeks prior to Adeline's arrival. Nothing terrible had happened to her while attending her junior year in high school and she was quite thankful for that. Nonetheless, it was also quite a bit heartbreaking. Normally, an attack by monsters would push Adeline's mother to send her to Camp Half-Blood ahead in schedule. She would never have time to readjust her sleep schedule and more often than not, remained strict to getting up in the morning and preparing for a long day. However, two weeks had went by where Adeline had managed to destroy her schedule. Sleep now consumed her late in the nights and being woken up early every day for breakfast at eight, to say the least, it was torture.

Adeline hadn't even bothered throwing on her usual attire: a leather breastplate over a loose white shirt and the familiar gleam of her celestial bronze sword, Silverlight, hanging from her scabbard. She had left it behind in her trunk that laid at the foot of her bed. Adeline was fitted, instead, in the camp's usual attire with the signature orange Camp Half-Blood shirt. She wore baggy sweatpants and her brown hair had been thrown up into a loose bun. The daughter of Poseidon couldn't help but stiffened a loud, obnoxious yawn as she entered the mess hall. The tables were clear with few campers sitting at the benches, chatting away dressed in their daily clothes. How they could have bothered getting dressed for the day before eight was beyond her. Adeline took a seat at the Poseidon table, then proceeded to lay her head down at the wood. Five more minutes of sleep.. it is all I need.

leland santanos - son of Hephaestus
Unlike most of the camp members at Camp Half-Blood, Leland had been a full-time resident. He couldn't even remember how long he had been living at the camp. He would attend school and pretend to be normal but at the end of every day, he would return to camp and hang out in the basement of the Hephaestus cabin making things then destroying them because they refused to cooperate and conform to his imagination. A few times Leland had tried to learn how to do other crafts. That had been one of the reasons for Camp Half-Blood's existence, right? Archery had been a bust. The first time he had ever held a bow and arrow, he had shot it way over his intended target and nearly turned a satyr into a woodland tree. Under the strong advice of one of Apollo's kids, Leland hadn't picked up another bow and arrow. He had tried to rock-climbing wall but wiped out not two seconds in. A concession and bruised rear later, Leland hadn't tried it again. He had developed a thing for swords and shields but compared to some of the more expected sword fighters, such as those who had taken up a quest or two since coming to camp, Leland was still very much a novice. Another camp activity he had tried was interacting with the pegasi. Apparently, however, they didn't like him much when it came to riding.

Still, when he tired from the work of the forges and found himself wanting some down time, the pegasus stable had become his go-to spot. If he wasn't found in the forges or the Hephaestus cabin, he was there; feeding pegasi or learning a thing or two about riding from Demeter's cabin. Still, he refused to ride another pegasus again. The last time hadleft him in a world of hurt. A rare smile appeared on Leland's face as he gently brushed the loose hair off the coat of a brown pegasus. Harold was his name. The stallion was one of the older pegasi and no longer did much outside of the camp. Nonetheless, Leland had found himself developing a unique friendship with the equine. He had no issue spending hours with the pegasus even if he only groomed the stallion's coat with no benefit in sight. He didn't mind.

Adeline is soo me right now. I'm off to bed, i'll reply to this as soon as I get up.

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ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ ɢᴜɴᴛʜᴇʀ
( gender. female || godly parent. ares || age. 17 || location. pegasi stables || tagged. leland santanos )
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The best way to describe Rachel would be a hyperactive hyper-early bird. The daughter of Ares walked towards the pegasi stables, her signature spear slung over one shoulder. There was a smile on her face, a spring in her step; she was definitely the image of a person ready to seize the day. Her golden blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, that swished behind her with every step. It was a beautiful morning. It was always a beautiful morning for Rachel, unless she was being chased by monsters. Even then, it would be an exciting morning, albeit not very pretty. She loved Camp Half-Blood. The weather was almost always nice, the air was fresh... And all the camp activities! For four years, she had come to Camp Half-Blood every summer, between attending a normal high school. And in those four years, she had never been bored with all the things that could happen in Camp Half-Bloood. Sure, life as a demigod was dangerous. But, it was worth all the thrills along the way. While she certainly is an unorthodox child of Ares, she must've gotten her desire for thrills from her father. She wondered what would be in store for her today. Perhaps a pegasus ride would do her some good, and besides, maybe she should help out in the stables every once in a while.

The athletic girl strolled into the stables, expecting to find only pegasi but finding another camper already there. She knew his name and had seen him around a couple of times before. A son of Hephaestus. Of course, it was partly due to the fact that Rachel tried to get to know everyone in the camp (which she hadn't succeeded in doing, but was pretty close). However, they didn't talk much, much to her regret. Still, a fellow camper was a fellow camper, and she had to be friendly. A cheery smile stretched out on her face. "Good morning, Lee!" she greeted.

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Tristan slept like the dead he associated with. He had a penchant for getting up late, and today was no exception. He awoke by the rays of sunlight peeking in from the windows, signalling that he was probably going to be late for breakfast. He was right. It was eight in the morning- time for breakfast. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, the young boy looked around groggily. It was hardly his fault that he had a tendency to wake up late. Whoever the genius that designed the Hades cabin was, they apparently had to make the interior dark and gloomy. The Hades cabin was dimly lit, making it the perfect environment for a Tristan Bane to sleep in. Of course, fortunately, it did not have the sleepy and comfortable vibe of the Hypnos cabin, or else he would never wake up. Casting aside the blood-red blanket he had been wrapped in, the boy quickly got ready. Unable to be bothered with spending time on his attire, he put on the standard orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt that was slightly too big for him, as well as black pants. He did not bother combing his messy black hair, and it was sticking out all over the place. Then again, when was his hair ever not messy? Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he stumbled out of Cabin 13.

Tristan knew how vampires probably felt in the morning sunshine. It took some time for him to adjust to the bright sunlight after spending so much time in the dark interior of the Hades cabin. The Greek fire torches on the sides of the doorway flared on, casting a green light against the obsidian walls of the cabin. He felt like the zombies he had the power to summon as he shuffled in the direction of the mess hall. Despite having gotten up late and having a good night's sleep, he was still inexplicably sleepy. His mind was foggy and half-conscious, and he simply let his feet take him where they usually took him in the mornings. He registered a number of campers already present, chatting with each other with energy. Tristan grabbed a plate and took some food, before going to the fire. The boy stopped to scrape off some of his breakfast into the embers as an offering to his father, before proceeding to head towards the Hades table. It was empty- none of his brothers nor sisters were around. Not that there were many of them in the first place, since Hades was a picky guy. Sleepily, he shuffled towards the table, only to bump into the pointy edge of one of the benches of the Poseidon table. "Whoops, sorry 'bout that," he muttered, though the throbbing pain in his knee made him considerably more awake.

(Sorry if my post seems a bit sloppy, my mind is a bit of a blank right now XD)

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adeline harkins - daughter of Poseidon
Adeline's hands immediately flew to the bench to steady it. Although she had nearly fallen back into a deep slumber, the feeling of free-falling had caused her to wake up rather abruptly. Adeline's head lifted. Green eyes settled onto Tristan. He had a plate of food in his hand. The smell of warm bacon filled her nose, waking her up and making her belly rumble with hunger. "Tristan." Adeline yawned, "Have two left feet today, huh?" She chuckled. Adeline lifted her arms, giving each a long stretch in turn.

leland santanos - son of Hephaestus
Leland visibly flinched hearing the sound of Rachel's voice. He wasn't used to be sneaked up on. After all, he wasn't exactly chatty nor did he have many friends at Camp Half-Blood other than his brothers and sisters. The son of Hephaestus lifted his head from over Harold's back. "Hi Rachel." Leland replied. His voice was quiet and emotionless. Leland didn't say anything else as he continued to brush away at the pegasus's coat. Some moments passed before he took a step back from Harold's side.

The pegasus let out a soft nicker. He threw his head into Leland's arm in which Leland scratched between his ears tenderly. Leland then moved out of the stall. He wore a large Camp Half-Blood shirt. The shirt was stained with oil and grease. He wore baggy beige capris with tons of pockets on the length of the pants. Leland pulled an sugarcube from one of the pockets and offered it to Harold. The brown equine accepted it gratefully.

Leland then turned his attention to Rachel. "What are you doing? I thought most of the campers were eating breakfast?" His hazel eyes didn't meet Rachel. Instead, he began to clean the brush he had used to groom Harold, picking out large pieces of fur and disposing it into a trashbin.

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ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ ɢᴜɴᴛʜᴇʀ
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Rachel watched in silence as Leland continued to brush the coat of the brown winged-horse, though a cheery smile was still on her face. She had always thought the boy was quite quiet, but she was glad that he had found some sort of enjoyment with taking care of the pegasi. The blonde-haired girl walked over to a dappled gray pegasus named Skylar, which greeted her with a contented nicker. Running her hands across the pegasus's neck gently, she stroked the winged equine, before taking out a piece of apple from her pocket and offering it to the horse. The girl enjoyed being with the pegasi, though not as much as she enjoyed being around people. However, even the outgoing and extroverted girl sometimes loved to take some time off by herself, just to get her blood pumping and the fresh air flowing through her. If there was one thing the girl was sure to have inherited from Ares, it was her love of physical exercise. Rachel walked over to a corner of the stables to pick up some riding equipment, before coming to a halt and turning towards Leland when he spoke to her.

The boy didn't meet her eyes, being preoccupied with cleaning up and disposing of the brown pegasus's discarded strands of fur. "Ah, well... Just thought I'd go for a morning ride. The weather's nice for one. Of course, it's almost always nice around here, isn't it?" she said, adjusting the spear over her shoulder. Her bright blue eyes observed Leland's appearance. He was wearing his Camp Half-Blood T-shirt, same as herself. However, his shirt was stained with oil and grease. It was probably a telltale sign of his status as a son of Hephaestus. Of course, anyone could go to the forges and get their clothes stained with oil while doing some work there, but the majority of the people who spent their time in the forges were the Hephaestus kids. "How about you? Aren't you going to have breakfast?" she inquired as she picked up a saddle.

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Tristan's dark brown eyes quickly flitted up to meet the daughter of Poseidon's green ones. A small, childish pout appeared on his face, though it was obvious that it was an exaggeration. "Well, it's hardly my fault! We have to get up sooooo early every day," he said, in the tone of a child complaining. "I mean, if you're a Hypnos kid, nobody ever scolds you for oversleeping because that's what everyone expects you to do. But, if you're a child of the Big Three, they're all like 'you should train your skills!' What a pain." The pout just as suddenly vanished from his face. Rubbing his throbbing knee, he let out a small sigh. What a terrible way to start off the day, running into a bench like this. Still, at any rate, it woke him up. Looking at the older girl, it was clear that she probably had the same problem as he did. He thought that she looked like she had dressed up in a hurry, just putting on the usual camp-issued T-shirt and throwing up her brown hair into a loose bun. The younger boy ran a hand over his own messy bedhead, trying to at least loosen some of the tangles. His hair really was getting messier day by day.

His gaze drifted over to the table in front of Adeline. There wasn't a plate in front of her, and it didn't look like she had already eaten. Tilting his head slightly, he asked, "Aren't you going to get something to eat?" The smell of his own food was starting to make him hungry and eager to eat, when he had been eager to just stay in bed until the afternoon earlier. Such was the power of food. A mischievous grin broke out on his face. "Or were you planning to catch more Z's before I woke you up?" he asked, in a more teasing tone.

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Aᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇ Hᴀʀᴋɪɴs - daughter of Poseidon
Adeline's face scrunched; the corners of her mouth quirked up in amusement. She couldn't help but agree with such a statement. Sometimes, she wished she could be the daughter of Hypnos. What she would do to be able to sleep away her day without having any responsibilities. Or some type of standard to uphold. Adeline had to admit though - there was something about being the daughter of Poseidon that kept her from giving too much thought into being another Greek god or goddesses child.

The daughter of Poseidon leaned back on the bench. Her hands pushed into the wood; a calm smile etched itself onto her relaxed face. "I'm going to eat." She replied. Adeline wouldn't have got out of bed if she hadn't planned on it. With so few campers in the mess hall, she had thought she could get just a few more moments of sleep before getting her meal. But, now that she was awake, she figured she could get up and get a plate.

Adeline rose to her feet. "Hey, i'm going to do some sword practice after breakfast if you're interested in joining me." She tended to like to be alone but when it came to sword practice, it was rather difficult to fight against a straw-filled dummy that didn't try to block or move out of the way of a swinging sword.



Lᴇʟᴀɴᴅ Sᴀɴᴛᴀɴᴏs - son of Hephaestus
Leland's eyebrows knitted in concentration as he plucked pieces of horse hair out of his brush. He seemed to be in a daze. Rachel's words carried little meaning to him although he was sure she was attempting to strike up some sort of conversation with it. He wasn't interested. Atleast, he didn't know what he could talk about. Rachel was extroverted, always wanting to talk as much as he wanted to be alone. He had put together in their time at Camp Half-Blood that much. Leland didn't hate talkative people but he didn't exactly like them either. He tolerated. Tolerated enough to entertain them with a few words but never betraying his annoyance. He always expressed how he was truly feeling through his facial expressions.

Leland's eyebrows relaxed. The corners of his mouth still set in a thin, hard line. "Sometimes, yeah." He replied with a small hum. Leland put away the brush. The loud thunk signaled it had landed in the box hanging off Harold's stall door. The builder's hand reached into the bucket, next plucking out a comb. Leland's fingers danced although the needles of the comb before he entered the stall again. The son of Hephaestus took up Harold's tail; he begun to gently untangle the pegasus's tail.

His ears tuned in on the sound of rustling tack. Rachel moving along the stables caught his attention. His hazel eyes watched her for a brief moment while his hands seemed to continue working on auto-pilot. "No, I was actually going to pack a basket of food and eat on the beach later." Leland admitted. His eyebrows raised unexpectedly. His hazel eyes turned down to the pegasus's tail. He put the comb into his backpocket. Leland's hands then grabbed a few pieces of the horse's tail. His fingers danced one over the other and after a few seconds, a french braid had begun to appear.