Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[indigo']

[➳]Caleb Thomas|18|he/him|Athena|Cabins area|Tags:Leonidas

Caleb followed the other’s gaze to the snow covered ground. “Fair enough,” he said with a shrug. He raised his eyebrows at the next statement, unsure whether he should be offended or not by the boy’s words. He decided against it, simply making an expression of over dramatic indignance. “Gee, thanks, pal. You’ve really got a way with words, don’t you?”

He let out a little huff of breath at the mention of meditating, as if that could be enough to suppress the gall and violence of a child of Ares, though clearly something was working for him. “I don’t know what you have against my resting face but I quite appreciate your thoughtfulness in the matter.” Clearly he’d slipped up in the manor of showing his emotions on his face, let the cool, confident mask slip at just the wrong moment. He’d been pretty shaken up from his call with the snow goddess, but that wasn’t an excuse for his carelessness—if anyone at camp started to suspect his actions, he’d be done for. These people seemed to trust him, and he wanted to keep it that way. He really didn’t want any of them to hate him, even if they maybe had a right to.

“Caleb,” he introduced himself with an outstretched, ring-covered hand, not seeming too concerned by the concept of having his jaw spun. “That’s a good policy. People will believe you that I deserved it if you tell them my name first. Might get you off the hook for messing up this beautiful piece of art.”

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Stables|Tags: Dahlia, Aggy, Jamie, Aiden, Skylar|

Mirabelle gently unlatched the door to Firefly's stall, allowing the pegasus mare to exit if she so pleased. Firefly paused, staring nervously at all the demigods in the building.
"It's okay, girl," Mirabelle assured her softly. "They're friendly; I promise." She wasn't necessarily sure if Aggy's attitude could be classified as 'friendly', but it was a general blanket statement. That, and Mirabelle was certain that Aggy wouldn't intentionally harm the equines.
Firefly still seemed wary, but she trotted out of the stall nonetheless. Mirabelle motioned for the mare to wait as she approached the other demigods. Skylar and Aiden had their pegasi all tacked up, she noted. But hadn't Void been pure black before? Now, her flank was swirling with beautiful galaxy patterns. Mirabelle glanced at Skylar with a knowing smile, saying nothing for the time being. Certainly the addition was gorgeous, though slight worry nagged at her gut as to if the mortals could see the markings. Sure, mortals might assume that it was just paint if they saw it, but she wasn't necessarily willing to take that risk. That being said, Skylar could always manipulate the Mist and change what they saw. Man, having a powerful daughter of Hecate along was going to be useful. Mirabelle was still concerned for Skylar's safety, however - she loved her like a sister. The prospect of seeing her get hurt, or even losing her, for that matter, was something Mirabelle wasn't ready to face. She knew Skylar was perfectly capable of protecting herself, but still - Mirabelle vowed to do everything in her power to protect her. To protect them all. No one was dying under her watch, that was for certain.
Right. Focus, Mirabelle. She took a short breath, surveying the small group.
"If anyone needs a tutorial on tacking up, I'm about to put Firefly's tack on - I can show you how it's done, if you'd like."
Firefly flicked her tail at the mention of her name, and anxiously pawed at the earth beneath her hooves.
"Just... approach cautiously. She's not the most trusting, and she might spook if anyone gets too close or makes any sudden moves."


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin 3|Tags: Hu, Caspia, Sa'd|

"Uraeus? Now that's more of a Greek-sounding name." Juliet snorted, shifting on her feet. Her eyes lit up at the mention of Egyptian gryphon feathers, however. "Oh, totally! If you wanna give some to us, I'm sure we can get them to the Apollo kids to make into arrows, no problem." Well, that and take a bunch for themselves, of course. And perhaps sell them to the Apollo kids instead of just giving them. Or trade them, for that matter - if anyone had anything interesting to offer.

|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Outside Dining Pavilion|Tags: Yuno|

"Like, thanks, man!" Chuck bleated, breaking into a grin. "You have like, no idea how relieving it is to hear that, you know?" He watched as Yuno jotted something down, absently chewing on his sleeve. Always organised, that one. They reminded him of Mira in that sense - though Mira tended to have a mental checklist rather than a physical one. He absently wondered if Mira's mental checklist was colour-coded and had little sticky notes all over it.
"Uh, so like, where do we even start?" Chuck shuffled his hooves in the snow. "We can totally like, get the other satyrs to help and stuff, most of them are like, trying to anyways, I think." He'd seen a few fellow satyrs out in the woods, mostly consoling dryads and attempting to offer help, though they had seemed a bit confused as to how exactly to do so.

|⊙|Zahra Al-Amin|217/Looks 32|She/They|Magician; Eye of Sekhmet|Location: Dining Pavilion --> Outside Cabin 3|Tags: Jay, Sa'd, Set, Juliet, Hu, Caspia|

Jay was pointing back the way they had come, Zahra realised. She released a little huff in frustration, but turned back nonetheless. Shielding her eyes against the glare of the snow, she could make out a few figures standing at the entrance of a low building that seemed to be constructed of limestone or something similar. She spotted Set's trademark fedora. How odd that he is outside of the Host, she mentally remarked. Still, she had no right to judge the relations between god and host, no matter how strange it may seem to her.
Zahra started to walk in their direction, briefly checking back over her shoulder to see if Jay was following her. As she approached, she could easily see that the person Jay had pointed out as the Host of Set was engaged in conversation. Set seemed rather involved as well. The person they were talking to was a short girl with an impish smirk, no doubt one of Chiron's demigods. The girl was perched in the doorway of the limestone building, casually leaning up against the door. Her hazel eyes glittered with mischief, blonde ponytail bobbing as she spoke. The girl reminded Zahra a bit of her younger self if she was being honest.
The last thing Zahra wanted to do was rudely interrupt whatever they were talking about - something concerning feathers, she thought she heard? - but the matter really was pressing.
"I am sorry to interrupt, but may I speak with Set and his Host for a moment? I assure you, it is of the utmost urgency." Now that Zahra was close enough, she could see a few other girls inside the building. She offered them a nod in acknowledgement, but quickly turned back to Set and his host. The blonde girl in the doorway shrugged, seeming rather unperturbed by the whole situation. That seemed like an 'okay' to Zahra.
"Set, if you and your Host would follow me, that would be ideal." No need to cause the demigods any added panic. It seemed their problems were worrying enough without the knowledge that the eight post powerful gods in Egyptian theology had awoken to attack the rest of the pantheon.


|❄|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Mount Marcy Caverns|Tags: Nicholas|

Vivienne stiffened when Nicholas mentioned her emotional state. She hadn't been aware that sensing emotions was part of the Horseman's ability set. Yet, it made sense. Death, loss, grief - they were all connected after all. A sea of bitter rage threatened to overtake her as he spoke of her, though he did not mention a name. She wanted to snap, to shout, to shoot shards of ice at the god. But instead, she perched rigidly in the wingback chair, one hand tight around the iced coffee and the other clutching the Dickinson anthology. She didn't even notice that her coffee had frozen solid.
His next phrases dampened some of her anger, though there was still a dangerous edge to her energy. You don't know the half of it. The words Vivienne wanted to say, but she did not dare speak them aloud. She was too controlled for that.
Audra was the one person who had never given up on her. Who had stood up for her; protected her, even against less-than-kind foster parents. The one person who had loved her so much that they had run away together at the prospect of being separated. Audra was truly the only family Vivienne had ever known. Well, before Khione... but there was something different with Audra; something more.
The way her smile lit up and made those periwinkle blue eyes shine. Her laugh; pure, wild, and unrestrained. And even as Audra had made new friends after they arrived at Camp Half-Blood, she never excluded Vivienne. Never. Even when Vivienne's callous personality threatened to alienate both of them, Audra hadn't left her. She was the only person who didn't leave. Well, again, before Khione. Though the goddess had threatened a few times over the years. But Audra was nothing like Khione. She had been... warm; gentle even. Kind and supportive, regardless of the circumstances. Her anger, however, that was similar. Vivienne had only seen Audra angry a few times, and all had been in defence of Vivienne. Still... it had scared her to see her like that. But it had been a rare occurrence. Typically, Audra was chatty, passionate, and a bit moody at times. All qualities Vivienne had cherished. Even Audra's occasional snark hadn't gone unvalued.
The one thing that had never ceased to amaze Vivienne was Audra's continued appreciation of the world around her. Even after the world had been so cruel to them both, Audra never lost the ability to see everything with new eyes. The way she found beauty in the most miniscule of things... To retain such childlike wonder given what she had been through was something Vivienne could never accomplish. It was... beautiful.
And all too soon that beauty had been taken from her. The spark of life had faded from her eyes. A candle snuffed out just as it had begun to burn. To lose someone who had only just begun to live; a flower that hadn't had the chance to bloom... it was tragic, to say the least. But to lose the only person she had ever truly loved...
Vivienne's vision blurred, a rude reminder that she wasn't the emotionless machine she pretended to be. She softly cleared her throat, blinking as she turned away from Nicholas. I cannot allow him to see me like this.
Tears are weakness. She had no idea how many times that had been drilled into her head. And Vivienne was not weak. Rather than shy away from her pain, she focused on it; hardening it into a sharp edge. Closure. She supposed it was what she wanted, in a sense. But no. What she really wanted was for them to suffer in the way she had suffered. To take the one thing they loved most, and crush it beneath her foot. Her agony and grief slowly shifted into a dark, brutal anger. Her brow furrowed, expression hardening. "I will have my vengeance."
What Vivienne couldn't feel was the ghastly hand upon her shoulder. What she couldn't see were the forget-me-not eyes that stared painfully up at Nicholas, nor the soft and gentle shake of a head. She was none the wiser when the spirit vanished, her face still set in grim determination.

[Kveykva]

──── Ａｉｄｅｎ Ｓｅａｖｅｒ
【✦】| Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ The Stables | Tags: Skylar
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

"No? No, I don't think anything's missing..." Aiden trailed off, examining the black mare thoughtfully. Had he missed something? So lost in his thoughts, he missed the change in the pegasus' color palette. "Done!" Aiden's eyes widened. "Whoaaaa, that's so cool! Er, that's not gonna bother Void, is it?" Although he didn't imagine an intergalactic paint job courtesy of the Mist would harm a pegasus, there wasn't any harm in asking. "I'd say you are ready. I'm... about as ready as I'll ever be." He turned and waved to the others as they approached, counting heads. Dahlia, Aggy, Jamie, Mira. Plus himself and Skylar, that as six of the ten. He didn't see Teilo anywhere, nor Karter, Ash, or Laurel. He doubted they were far behind. When Mirabelle coaxed Firefly out of her stall, he gave Skylar a nudge. "Hey, lookie there." he smirked. "Looks like I won't have to teach you after all. Mira's a lot better about tacking skittish pegasi too, so she'd be a better teacher anyway."

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【✦】| Apollo | 16 | Female | ➡ Forest | Tags: Orin
❝𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛❞

Lucy coddled the young hemlock for a few minutes longer, finally turning her attention back to Orin. "Thank you for coming, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to." she added, returning to the tree. She caressed its trunk gently and began to sing, her voice the same level of sweetness and divine as the rest of her siblings were known for. As she did, the tree's branches waved, creaking as they twisted themselves to one side to form a flat surface. As flat as a tree could create, that is. The needles buzzed with colorful light, and before long it reflected an image. Everything was black, save for a thin square outline of light in the center. From behind, a dull light illuminated glittering dewdrops. Voices were heard from within. Clearing her throat, Lucy changed tactics from singing. Her impression of an air raid siren was uncanny, and it was enough to cause the voices on the other end to react with shouting. Words were unintelligible over the daughter of Apollo's voice, but the scene grew quieter as voices grew more distant. The two demigods were blinded to a door opening, the light revealing a dark and damp interior of a terrarium. A hand came and pulled the image out, placing it on a desk.

Lucy was quick to begin. "He's crazy, mother!" Olivia Williams carried herself with the distinct confidence of anyone with a political career, and she remained completely calm in the face of Lucy's blathering. "What am I supposed to do? What will happen to you if it gets out? You'll lose your position!" Once her flow of questions ceased, Olivia spoke. "Lucy, I understand your concerns. The meeting I was in currently was about the press conference, we're handling it. Right now all I need you to do is stay at that camp where it's safe." "But it's not!" She insisted, stamping her boot in the snow. "I got here late last night and, and─" she felt tears in her eyes again. "eighteen people died yesterday... five of them were my half-siblings." Olivia's gaze hardened. "All the more reason for you to stay put. If it isn't safe, it's your responsibility to keep the rest of them alive and healthy. It's what your father would want." she placed her hand beside a potted succulent on the desk. "We'll keep in touch, but the photo calls will have to wait for now. Voice only. Do I make myself clear?" Lucy nodded. "Good. I'll let you know what I have, two days at 5:00 sharp. After that, I'll let you know when you can contact me." A wave of the hand scattered the light that made up the image, the hemlock needles returning to their regular green color.

──── Ｎｉｃｈｏｌａｓ Ｓｔｏｒｍ
【✦】| Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Mount Marcy | Tags: Vivienne
❝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑❞

Despite the growing threat from the demigod, Nicholas didn't waver. His words angered her more than they soothed her, but Khione needed her angry. She'd already been given a target to direct it towards, and from his understanding, her role was coming to an end. He would say he'd miss her, though. Vivienne wasn't quite as cold and distant as her mother, and she was more prone to letting her facade falter in the face of his shenanigans. Nicholas found it rather amusing to watch. Although the daughter of Khione averted her gaze, her tone was harder than ever. His eyes met those belonging to the lingering spirit of Vivienne's departed. At once the god felt the weight of guilt returning, and he doubted the sincerity of his actions. Don't. a command to the spirit. Don't give me that look. This is the way things are. He shouldn't have to justify his actions; not to Audra, not to anyone. Nicholas was Death, the fourth horseman and harbinger of the Last Judgement. She made her choice, and now these are the consequences. With a wave of his hand, the spirit faded, along with any others who may have wandered in.

"You will." the horseman confirmed. "Since it seems my earlier toast was lost to you, I'll just move on." It did irk him slightly, as he felt the toast was quite good and fitting for the mood, but he didn't linger. " You've made it this far, now isn't the time to get cold feet." The avian bone Nicholas gave her weighed heavy in her pocket. "I've provided you with enough firepower to cause a hell of a ruckus, though fair warning: most of them were drafted for Vietnam so they have a thing for Creedence Clearwater Revival. Expect to hear it a lot." he finished his tea and set the cup on an adjacent side table. "They aren't permanent, either. Those guys are on a timer, so they'll provide you aid until either someone destroys them or after twenty-five hours. But there's plenty to go around, so you've got numbers on your side." he teetered his hands as though they were a pair of scales. "They're about half and half, ghosts and skeletons, it should give you a fair balance of surprise factor. Ghosts are harmed by iron rather than Celestial Bronze, and anything hard enough will whack a skeleton for at least a couple of minutes, but they're pretty good about putting themselves back together." he folded his arms.

"From what I understand, you're going after the Golden Fleece to relieve the camp of its barriers. That's good, but don't stop there. The monsters will take care of the campers, but your goal is the campfire. Destroy it." His tone grew cold. "Completely, don't leave a trace. Smother its flames and scatter its ashes. Bury it in six feet of snow. Desecrate it if you must. You want to destroy Camp Half-Blood? Destroy their hearth, and with it their link to Hestia."

[sammy,]

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
forest
zeus - counselor
mentioned: lucy
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"it's fine," he said, brushing the thanks off a little. it was the least he could do in his mind, and confronting the simple act would only serve to amplify it. she seemed in her element as she began to sing, a wonderful little set of noises that settled scattered thoughts in his head, leaving him leaning against the trunk of a tree, shutting his eyes.
and then it changed. quite horrifically, actually, and orin jumped at the emulated siren noise, breath catching - eyes widening - and then a bright light. like the gates of heaven had opened in front of them.

in the trunk was, presumably, lucy's mother. it was an interesting take on an iris message, and certainly creative. silently, he cursed his father for his overt powers. there was nothing that zeus could do that nobody knew about - not really. there were no surprises when it came to his children's abilities. nothing like this, at least. when he was done, he apologised. testing the temper of his father did not seem a good idea, given the circumstances.

conversation ensued, and as it flowed, branched, so did orin's thoughts, wandering to the position they were in. not theoretically - physically. the trees, the way they were aligned. he knew this clearing. he'd been lower down. there were flashes of his confidante's face, the words that had spilt from his panicked lips as he desperately tried to pull the son of ares off of him. that was right. he had been ragged on. it came as no surprise, but the echoes of memories reached through the hallways of his mind. the snow covered the exact patch he had been wasted on, punch-drunk and giggling, but he still knew it.
'please stop. please, please stop. it's not - he didn't mean that. whatever he did, he just - please, get off him. you don't know what you're doing.' and then, fuzzier - 'orin. orin, are you - your head. is it - do i - i don't think - jesus christ, man, what were you thinking?
felix's voice was considerably more pleasant in his nostalgic mind. with the context grasped, he shook himself out of the thoughts, focusing instead on lucy's mother's words. he had missed the breadth of their conversation, but it wasn't difficult to get the gist.

when it ended, orin offered her a pursed-lipped smile. "she's managing it. that's good, isn't it?" the echoes were sending inadvertent chills through him. "can we - do you wanna bounce? could get something to eat. or - i don't know. i don't know what you were planning to do. but... could just part ways here, if you want. i don't know." it was difficult not to convey the sense of disquiet that had settled around the grove."unless you wanted to chat more. but we can do that on the way back, right?"

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𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚣
the cabins
ares
mentioned: caleb
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leo's hand slipped out of its bunched prison to brush at his hair a little, a motion that betrayed a bit of restlessness, but not much more. he wasn't that concerned about the way that he looked in front of the son of athena, but without the movement, he was certain he would freeze. "i've been told. i might bunk camp off, become a writer. i think it could be lucrative," leo replied, unsure himself whether he was being earnest about his intentions or not. there was a bag at the bottom of his bunk with supplies for a quick getaway, a bad habit that he had made and never broken. whether it would come to use wasn't clear. with everything going on, it was certainly an idea. it wasn't likely anyone would notice.

"resting," he mirrored back, eyes narrowing briefly. if anything, it was just for purposes of making the other a little bit nervous. of course, he had no idea what he was up to. he had no reason to know, and no reason to care, and his pensive look dissipated after a held moment. "right. my mistake, then. i must've just been seeing things."

at the offered hand, leo nearly scoffed, looking between the palm and the face ludicrously. "leo," he said, scrunching his nose up a little before reluctantly performing the introductory action. "i would, but you look like you've got a glass jaw. wouldn't be worth it." it was just banter, at its core, though anyone would have been forgiven for not catching onto it - what with his blank face and the reputation of his father. hell, the reputation of him would have been enough to ring the truth into such words. "do you actually believe that? what you're saying?" he prodded a little father, perhaps just for the reaction. "is it genuine vanity or are you trying to counter some inferiority complex that you've got going on?"

maybe this wasn't the best way to make friends. but he hadn't been hoping to, when it came down to it, and gaining a little reaction would be enough entertainment for the rest of the day.

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes Cabin|11|Head Counselor|Loc: Grassy area|Tags/Mentions:Delilah
Cass didn't know what to say to Delilah she felt sympathetic towards the girl. Cass bit her lip thinking about what she should do or say. "I know that you feel hurt and abandoned and believe me I know how that feels" Cass replied gently, thinking back to when her mother left her at a group home. Cass shook her head trying to ignore that particular part of her childhood before continuing "but you can't bring yourself down okay"Cass murmured gently."You live in a camp where people can make fire shoot out of their hands and create lightning out of thin air" Cass said with a shrug "We're all a little freaky, it's practically a requirement to be a demi-god" she added with a shrug and a small crooked smile. Cass thought for a moment thinking about what else she could do to comfort Delilah "Would it be okay if I gave you a hug" she asked slightly opening her arms albeit awkwardly since Cass wasn't the most openly affectionate person but the thought was still there.

[indigo']

[➳]Caleb Thomas|18|he/him|Athena|Cabins area|Tags:Leonidas

The corner of his mouth twitched in a genuine smile at the sarcastic response. “Sounds lovely. Don’t forget us when you’re famous.” He was starting to relax a bit, now that threat of being caught or being beat up had mostly been neutralized, and his typical calm and collected demeanour was returning.

Then Leo narrowed his eyes, clearly challenging Caleb’s claims. He held his gaze steadily, unflinchingly. Though he’d been a bit jumpy at first, he knew there was no way the other camper could know what he’d been doing, and had no reason to suspect him at all. His expression was carefully neutral, as though daring the son of Ares to question him further, but he didn’t. “Writers are known for being imaginative,” he replied with a sly smile.

He barely suppressed a smile at the boy’s repulsed reaction to his formal introduction, shaking his hand firmly as though trying to taunt him through the uncomfortable action. He raised his eyebrows at the next question—not one he had been expecting or one that he ever really heard. People usually found his narcissistic attitude to be entertaining, they’d crack a smile at best, scoff and roll their eyes at worst. He wasn’t usually analyzed for his behaviour.

He stared at Leo calculatingly for a moment, a little too confused to respond before a short, disbelieving laugh spilled out of him. “I don’t see what difference it makes to you either way, but I do believe I am a genuine contender for prettiest face in this gods forsaken camp. The Aphrodite kids might have a leg up on me, but that’s to be expected.” He gave a shrug.

He had a feeling the Ares boy was just trying to egg him on, unfortunately for him it wasn’t easy to get to Caleb. On the outside at least, he remained perpetually unbothered. “Pretty sad actually, that appreciating your own beauty is such a foreign concept these days you think I’m hiding something. I’m not vain, but I’m not going to pretend I’m ugly for the sake of not appearing egotistical. I think that would be even more narcissistic honestly.” It had been a fairly simple question. The other hadn’t asked to hear his philosophy on beauty standards and narcissism, but it was his own fault for opening the topic up to Caleb.

[☘︎]Aoife Murphy|17|she/her|Hebe|The Lake|Tags:Open

Aoife didn’t mind the snow too much. She’d never gotten very much of the stuff growing up, and the sight was quite beautiful. She could appreciate that. What she did mind was the uncomfortableness surrounding it—the fear and anxiety that had consumed camp since the first flakes started falling. The feelings that had only amplified with the events of last night. She wasn’t good at hiding her emotions, but she also wasn’t good at holding her tongue when the situation called for it, which led to some poorly timed jokes or comments that were misread as having malicious intent.

She’d already aggravated a couple of Ares campers who weren’t dealing with the loss of their half sibling too well. Not wanting to get into more trouble, she’d gone off to walk by herself, clear her head and for once avoid stirring up things unnecessarily.

She was wandering along beside the frozen lake. Every few steps she’d stop and pick up a pebble, rolling the smooth stone between her fingers before hurling it out towards the lake. It didn’t skip—obviously—but if the rock was heavy enough, and hit the right spot where the ice was thinner, it could crack through, shattering the sheer film of frosty glass and dropping down into the darkness below.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

roxanne tags aoife

the tall daughter of hades watches the girl by the lkae with a air on intrest. she walks over and says "hello" she combs her fingers through her dark colored hair

[Galeslash7]

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: Stables, Tags: Aiden, Mira (ish) Mentions: Mira

Skylar laughed quietly. "No it won't hurt her. It technically isnt even there. Just surrounding her and tricking the brain." She really did not want to go into the structure of the Mist right now, even though it was a fascinating subject. It still confused her, and she was considered an expert! But she was still pretty knowledgeable about it, and if he asked, Skylar would probably get into this huge nerdy talk about it. And would bore everyone to death. She heard Mira announce that she would be giving a quick little instruction on how to dress a Pegasus, and Skylar turned to watch as Aiden nudged her. This was so like Mira. She had always been motherly to Skylar and was always so helpful and teaching to everyone else. She wondered how a person could be so caring, even after such hardship all demigod endured. Mira was a great example of making the best of most situations, something Skylar needed to work on.

She nodded at Aiden as they watched. "Maybe... But now I don't have something to look forward to when we get back from the quest." She was half joking, half not. Sky really did feel like she needed something to hold her in and make sure she didn't just throw herself into dangerous situations. She was known to do that and overestimate her own power, especially when she always assumed she would come back. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she didnt, or if she failed. But to her, she would rather die than fail. And she would do everything, anything to make sure they didn't fail. But for now, all she could do was learn something new as they waited for the danger to start.

[indigo']

[☘︎]Aoife Murphy|17|she/her|Hebe|The Lake|Tags:Roxanne

Distracted by her rock throwing and stuck inside her own head, Aoife hadn’t heard the daughter of Hades approach until she spoke in greeting. She whirled around with wide eyes, evidently surprised by the presence of another camper. “Hey, Rox, where’d you come from? You Hades kids are always sneaking around like you’re committing a crime or something.” Her tone was light, clearly not meant to be offensive in any way, though it wasn’t usually a surprise when her words were taken poorly. “How’s it going?” She was aware that was a bit of a loaded question at the moment, one that the other girl may not want to answer truthfully after everything that had happened. But despite her talkative nature, Aoife was a good listener, and she wasn’t daunted by the prospect of an honest answer.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

roxanne tags aoife

roxanne laughs and says "i was just heading baxk from training" she pets shadows head and says "im doing great. really tired from last night but good." she looks out toward where the big house once stood and says "at least we tried to save the house. lu mainly" she smiles and turns her attention back to the girl and says "you?"