Elliott Lucas Harvey
Male
17
Apollo
Claimed
Camp Gates
Elliott Lucas Harvey
Male
17
Apollo
Claimed
Camp Gates
Dara slumbered peacefully; enveloped in the plush fabrics of his warm bed. Fairy lights twinkled around his sleeping form in the comfortable darkness of the Hypnos cabin. Fat Amy wriggled out from under his arm, arching her back in a stretch before kneading the padded blankets and settling back down again.
Status: aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA
Elliott Lucas Harvey
Male
17
Apollo
Claimed
Aphrodite Cabin
Skye nearly raced to the Dining Pavilion - if she arrived earlier than her cabinmates, she wouldn't have to fight for a seat. Luckily, most other members of the Hermes cabin were still sleeping, so there were open spots at the table. The wiry girl brushed a stray hair out of her face before grabbing a paper plate. She scooped some fresh fruit onto her plate, followed by a couple pieces of bread. The dream she'd awoken from hadn't left her with much of an appetite.
Almost last-minute, she recalled that she'd sacrificed part of her meal to the brazier the previous night at dinner. Do we do that at breakfast as well? she wondered anxiously, glancing about to see if other campers were sacrificing food. She didn't realise that her thumbs still rested on the pieces of bread, which were now getting quite the nice charring (as was her plate) from the electricity sparking at her fingertips.
Dara slumbered peacefully; enveloped in the plush fabrics of his warm bed. Fairy lights twinkled around his sleeping form in the comfortable darkness of the Hypnos cabin. Fat Amy wriggled out from under his arm, arching her back in a stretch before kneading the padded blankets and settling back down again.
Status: aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA
Elliott Lucas Harvey
Male
17
Apollo
Claimed
Aphrodite Cabin
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