Ichor-Blood of the Gods (A Camp Half-Blood rp) *Accepting*

[Anomaly]

"What do you want me to do? She won't even let me talk to her."
"Give her the sword." "Why?" "Just do it."

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri sighed "Come on moon." they were only over Maryland

[Anomaly]

Val headed out, looking at the boy more curiously now. "Why me?"
"you were dead once." His face seemed to darken. "A traitor to the legion."

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri sighed and said "Come on moon just a bit further...." she said as he got slower and closer to the ground now over New Jersey.

[Anomaly]

Val listened to the winds and bit her lip. Her father was working against it now. She closed her eyes and concentrated, making a soft breeze leading to camp.
"what are you doing?"
"Helping your girl, now hush."

[blacknightwolf]

Moon whined as the wind pushed on them, it was cold and harsh to him causing him to use more energy, he sighed and dropped lower into a nice warm breeze heading to camp and he took it, gliding away now the camp was in sight.

[Anomaly]

Val waited, holding the sword carefully. Dresyn's image didn't fade away. It just stayed there. As if he was trapped in it.

[blacknightwolf]

Moon stumbled into the stabled and fell to his side with a rough landing, he was tired and just laid there.

Azzri sighed and got him to stand as she stood herself and led him to his stall un-tacking him. She locked him in the stable and he instantly fell asleep.

[Anomaly]

Val waited patiently, feeling a slight pity to Dresyn as he seemed to be in pain by using the sword as a way to talk. She bit her lip and looked around for Azzri.

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri sighed and went to the beach no matter how predictable it could be and she sat in the spot when she last saw dresyn.