((And you said you wouldn't be able to write much.
@irock: So is this you joining now or later?))
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Rachel opened her eyes and smiled. She slowly sat up and gazed about the Iris cabin as she did every morning. The sun light was coming through the large, crystal windows. As it bounced through the windows and off of the crystal hangings all over the cabin, the singular white light split into a multitude of colors to form rainbows all around her. Her face was still beaming as she got out of bed and examined herself in the mirror, checking to make sure the feathers of her wings hadn't bent as she was sleeping. She softly caressed one feather, enjoying the texture, before turning to the trunk sitting open at the foot of her bed.
Time to change, she told herself. Rachel hurried over to the trunk and knelt in front of it. She grabbed a white knee-length dress and quickly changed into it, ignoring the dusty orange Camp Half-Blood shirt that lay crumpled on the floor. She grabbed her bright yellow umbrella and hurried out of her cabin, aiming straight for the open dining pavilion. But the thought of breakfast was only over-shadowed by what her brother would say of her "disrespecting the camp shirt" once again.
Who cares? she thought, but her smile disappeared and her step was no longer accented by her usual dancing attitude.
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Brody opened one eye drearily and shut it tight to shield him from the blinding light. Slowly, he opened both eyes and tried to force them to stay open. It wasn't that bright, but he was so tired.
I shouldn't stay up so late, he reflected, but the night had been so peaceful, and he couldn't help being inspired to write a song. He reached over to his bedside table, still not sitting up in bed and clutched the piece of paper he found. He pulled it close to his face and squinted, reading the music he had written last night. He raised his eyebrows, mildly impressed, then tossed it to the side on top of his other compositions.
I need something truly inspiring to make it better than good, he thought determinedly.
I need my Muse.He shook his head, finally dragging himself onto his feet, and pulled on some jeans and a green T-shirt to match his eyes. Sweeping his blonde hair to one side, he grabbed his guitar and headed outside. Leaving the Terpsikhore cabin behind, he strode towards the dining pavilion, but stopped when he saw the view of Camp Half-Blood.
It's nice, he conceded, and sat down on the grassy hillside, strumming along to the wordless humming that poured out over his lips.