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iZie_b00
Professional sleeper
Bonnie woke up at the crack of dawn as usual. She was always an early riser, but she spent so much time getting ready that she left the cabin at the same time as everyone else. To be honest, the only reason she takes so long is because she’s busy singing into hairbrushes with other Apollo kids.
Per usual, Bonnie made her way to the pavilion and offered a portion of her fruits, oatmeal, and eggs to the gods. When she got her goblet, she begrudgingly filled it with water… Bonnie promised she wouldn't drink caffeine or sugary beverages too often because they always made her WAY too hyper. Everyone found that out on the third day of camp when no one stopped her from downing a few cups of coffee. She was like that squirrel, Hammy, from the “Over the Hedge” movie.
I think it was at this time Bonnie decided to get to know that Poseidon kid, Blair. All she remembers is that it didn’t go well. She spoke so quickly her words were slurring together. Ever since then, Blair seemed a bit distant from Bonnie. She tried talking to him every now and then, but it always seemed like a bad time. Was he avoiding her? Did he not like her? No no nonononono. Bonnie couldn’t have someone NOT like her. That was her whole niche! She liked everyone and everyone liked her! ‘That’s gonna have to change. I’m not going to leave him alone till we’re friends’ she decided. Picking up her plate and goblet, Bonnie started her way to his table, when she heard a familiar, concerned voice call for her.
It was her half-sibling, Monique, and she was panicking again. She sat back down at her table and spoke to her in a soothing, reassuring tone. Bonnie figured she was stressing over her powers; it was something they often spoke about. “It’s gonna be okay. You’ll always have us here to help. But Nikki, you have that power because you’re the most capable of us all. If anyone can master it, it’s you.” Bonnie met Monique’s eyes with a genuine smile before turning to stuff her face with food.
Within a matter of minutes, Bonnie cleaned her plate and was hunched over the table in a mini food coma when Chiron began his announcement.
code by Ri.a
Bonnie Kaplan
Bonnie woke up at the crack of dawn as usual. She was always an early riser, but she spent so much time getting ready that she left the cabin at the same time as everyone else. To be honest, the only reason she takes so long is because she’s busy singing into hairbrushes with other Apollo kids.
Per usual, Bonnie made her way to the pavilion and offered a portion of her fruits, oatmeal, and eggs to the gods. When she got her goblet, she begrudgingly filled it with water… Bonnie promised she wouldn't drink caffeine or sugary beverages too often because they always made her WAY too hyper. Everyone found that out on the third day of camp when no one stopped her from downing a few cups of coffee. She was like that squirrel, Hammy, from the “Over the Hedge” movie.
I think it was at this time Bonnie decided to get to know that Poseidon kid, Blair. All she remembers is that it didn’t go well. She spoke so quickly her words were slurring together. Ever since then, Blair seemed a bit distant from Bonnie. She tried talking to him every now and then, but it always seemed like a bad time. Was he avoiding her? Did he not like her? No no nonononono. Bonnie couldn’t have someone NOT like her. That was her whole niche! She liked everyone and everyone liked her! ‘That’s gonna have to change. I’m not going to leave him alone till we’re friends’ she decided. Picking up her plate and goblet, Bonnie started her way to his table, when she heard a familiar, concerned voice call for her.
It was her half-sibling, Monique, and she was panicking again. She sat back down at her table and spoke to her in a soothing, reassuring tone. Bonnie figured she was stressing over her powers; it was something they often spoke about. “It’s gonna be okay. You’ll always have us here to help. But Nikki, you have that power because you’re the most capable of us all. If anyone can master it, it’s you.” Bonnie met Monique’s eyes with a genuine smile before turning to stuff her face with food.
Within a matter of minutes, Bonnie cleaned her plate and was hunched over the table in a mini food coma when Chiron began his announcement.
Ria Ramirez
For the past two weeks, Ria was actually having a pretty good time. She fixed the coffee table, and she was practicing more spells with the help of other cabins. As for the usual camp activities, she hated them. Well, she always hated them; she hated the fact they all took place during the day so she could never utilize her magic to its greatest potential. Ria was a nocturnal being and being the child of Hecate, her powers were naturally stronger at night. So pretty much, Ria’s routine for the past two weeks has been staying up till 3 am studying, then half-heartedly participating in other camp-activities.
This morning was unlike any other where she was grumpy as all heck as she awoke from the shrieking of the alarm. Ria groaned as she tried to find the energy to sit up. ‘It’s too early for this.’ She apathetically prepared for the day and ended up leaving the cabin with messy hair, shades, and mismatched clothes.
At the pavilion she had a small cup of yogurt and strawberries on her plate. She gave a few berries to the gods and took a seat at her cabin table. Ria never broke the rules and wasn’t about to now, despite the miniscule number of Hecate children at the table. She finished her food quickly and used the rest of her time to work in her journal. This little book looks as if it’s been through the wringer, but it holds great importance to Ria. She scanned her entries from last night, which caused her to look around the sunny pavilion for Luna.
Spotting her alone at her table, Ria made her way over and plopped down, taking a seat next to her. “Luna, I need that necklace I gave you the other day. My mom’s gonna have a conniption if she doesn’t get it back.” Ria was closer to Luna than other people in camp, but that was mostly because they understood each other. It’s not like they had secret sleepovers and braided each other's hair. And as of right now, first thing in the morning, Ria did not feel like making the extra effort to be overly friendly.
Bonnie woke up at the crack of dawn as usual. She was always an early riser, but she spent so much time getting ready that she left the cabin at the same time as everyone else. To be honest, the only reason she takes so long is because she’s busy singing into hairbrushes with other Apollo kids.
Per usual, Bonnie made her way to the pavilion and offered a portion of her fruits, oatmeal, and eggs to the gods. When she got her goblet, she begrudgingly filled it with water… Bonnie promised she wouldn't drink caffeine or sugary beverages too often because they always made her WAY too hyper. Everyone found that out on the third day of camp when no one stopped her from downing a few cups of coffee. She was like that squirrel, Hammy, from the “Over the Hedge” movie.
I think it was at this time Bonnie decided to get to know that Poseidon kid, Blair. All she remembers is that it didn’t go well. She spoke so quickly her words were slurring together. Ever since then, Blair seemed a bit distant from Bonnie. She tried talking to him every now and then, but it always seemed like a bad time. Was he avoiding her? Did he not like her? No no nonononono. Bonnie couldn’t have someone NOT like her. That was her whole niche! She liked everyone and everyone liked her! ‘That’s gonna have to change. I’m not going to leave him alone till we’re friends’ she decided. Picking up her plate and goblet, Bonnie started her way to his table, when she heard a familiar, concerned voice call for her.
It was her half-sibling, Monique, and she was panicking again. She sat back down at her table and spoke to her in a soothing, reassuring tone. Bonnie figured she was stressing over her powers; it was something they often spoke about. “It’s gonna be okay. You’ll always have us here to help. But Nikki, you have that power because you’re the most capable of us all. If anyone can master it, it’s you.” Bonnie met Monique’s eyes with a genuine smile before turning to stuff her face with food.
Within a matter of minutes, Bonnie cleaned her plate and was hunched over the table in a mini food coma when Chiron began his announcement.
Ria Ramirez
For the past two weeks, Ria was actually having a pretty good time. She fixed the coffee table, and she was practicing more spells with the help of other cabins. As for the usual camp activities, she hated them. Well, she always hated them; she hated the fact they all took place during the day so she could never utilize her magic to its greatest potential. Ria was a nocturnal being and being the child of Hecate, her powers were naturally stronger at night. So pretty much, Ria’s routine for the past two weeks has been staying up till 3 am studying, then half-heartedly participating in other camp-activities.
This morning was unlike any other where she was grumpy as all heck as she awoke from the shrieking of the alarm. Ria groaned as she tried to find the energy to sit up. ‘It’s too early for this.’ She apathetically prepared for the day and ended up leaving the cabin with messy hair, shades, and mismatched clothes.
At the pavilion she had a small cup of yogurt and strawberries on her plate. She gave a few berries to the gods and took a seat at her cabin table. Ria never broke the rules and wasn’t about to now, despite the miniscule number of Hecate children at the table. She finished her food quickly and used the rest of her time to work in her journal. This little book looks as if it’s been through the wringer, but it holds great importance to Ria. She scanned her entries from last night, which caused her to look around the sunny pavilion for Luna.
Spotting her alone at her table, Ria made her way over and plopped down, taking a seat next to her. “Luna, I need that necklace I gave you the other day. My mom’s gonna have a conniption if she doesn’t get it back.” Ria was closer to Luna than other people in camp, but that was mostly because they understood each other. It’s not like they had secret sleepovers and braided each other's hair. And as of right now, first thing in the morning, Ria did not feel like making the extra effort to be overly friendly.
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Angel Evans
Soldier Of Love & Beauty
Niklaus Blossom
Breakfast Table
Niklaus the star of camp. (self proclaimed title) nonetheless he was the most attractive in the camp. Young,pretty, rich and little bit of a bitch. Easily one of his mother’s favorite children in past couple of centuries,evident by him being claimed at birth. A year ago when he entered Camp he was very warmly welcomed. His mother did a special reclaiming just for him and then there was A party! Ever since then every summer has just been a total blast. Boys,sun and adoration. What more could a child of beauty possibly want? Though this summer he was a bit late to camp,he’d had a few modeling gigs that took longer than usual and couldn’t get back into the states until A week later,couple that with being abnormally strong for an Aphrodite child so...constant monster attacks making it two weeks. The car pulled up to the campsite where Niklaus gave up all of his electronics to James. “This is always the worst part,how the hell am I supposed to know this summer’s it looks if I can’t get my copy of vogue!?” He groaned as he hopped out of the car.
Flashforward and Klaus was already unpacked and settled in his cabin,his little siblings offering to help him out so that he could grab breakfast. Niklaus sauntered into the mess hall quickly scanning around for fresh blood and anybody he’d like to play with,though he’s sure they’d come to him in due time. Right now food was his top priority. He sacrificed a few chocolates to his mother and dug in.
Breakfast Table
Niklaus the star of camp. (self proclaimed title) nonetheless he was the most attractive in the camp. Young,pretty, rich and little bit of a bitch. Easily one of his mother’s favorite children in past couple of centuries,evident by him being claimed at birth. A year ago when he entered Camp he was very warmly welcomed. His mother did a special reclaiming just for him and then there was A party! Ever since then every summer has just been a total blast. Boys,sun and adoration. What more could a child of beauty possibly want? Though this summer he was a bit late to camp,he’d had a few modeling gigs that took longer than usual and couldn’t get back into the states until A week later,couple that with being abnormally strong for an Aphrodite child so...constant monster attacks making it two weeks. The car pulled up to the campsite where Niklaus gave up all of his electronics to James. “This is always the worst part,how the hell am I supposed to know this summer’s it looks if I can’t get my copy of vogue!?” He groaned as he hopped out of the car.
Flashforward and Klaus was already unpacked and settled in his cabin,his little siblings offering to help him out so that he could grab breakfast. Niklaus sauntered into the mess hall quickly scanning around for fresh blood and anybody he’d like to play with,though he’s sure they’d come to him in due time. Right now food was his top priority. He sacrificed a few chocolates to his mother and dug in.
Arrie
New Member
Edeir LaVey - Dining Pavilion
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Edeir would have preferred to sleep in. After all, the children of Aphrodite as he discovered were strong believers in the concept of "beauty sleep," however he was rudely awoken by squealing and excitement from his cabin mates. He dragged himself out of bed to take a peek past the divider that separated the boy's section from the girls.
The sight immediately filled him with a visceral sense of hatred.
There was an older boy, his half-brother he supposed, with dark hair being fawned over and adored by the others. They offered to take care of his luggage so he could saunter off to breakfast without a care in the world and started gushing over how happy they were that Niklaus was back.
Edeir found himself feeling envious. The past few weeks he had worked hard to get to know the other children of Aphrodite. Usually he found it easy win friends thanks to his own natural charm, but they were all so narcissistic they couldn't realize how great he was. The only thing he had going for him was his British accent, which they eventually grew bored of.
But this... prick just showed up and everyone was fawning over him?! But why?! Why was he so special?!
"Hey Edeir." One of his half-sisters tapped him on the shoulder. "You're a newbie so help out with unpacking Niklaus's stuff, okay?"
The blond balled his hands into fists. "As if!" He stalked out the cabin in a huff, leaving his confused siblings behind.
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Edeir arrived at the dining pavilion, the smell of breakfast wafting on the breeze. He wasn't that hungry, as he didn't eat much anyway due to having better things to preoccupy his time, however he had a feeling breakfast with be worth his while.
He stacked his plate high with pancakes, berries, oatmeal, syrup, bacon, sausage, eggs; at least as much of each kind of dish he could cram on. The dryads supplying the food looked on with concern. He then carefully transported the plate carefully to the brazier, trying to keep anything from falling.
"Oh Aphrodite, heed my prayer," Edeir whispered, dropping a single berry into the flames, "Please help me to obtain the admiration and adoration of others." He shoveled the remaining kilogram of food into the fire. The flames leapt up and roared in a furious blaze that nearly seared his eyebrows off. "Give me the power to curse those who refuse to bow to my will!"
He cackled deviously before taking a seat at the Aphrodite table as far away from Niklaus as possible. He filled his goblet with aromatic darjeeling and drank his tea contentedly, shooting a murderous glare at Niklaus over the rim of his cup.
Edeir wasn't sure if Aphrodite would actually give him to power to curse people or not, or how long it would take. He was a demigod so maybe the power curse people was inside him all along? In any case, he'd set to formulating a more practical approach of wreaking havoc in the meantime.
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Edeir would have preferred to sleep in. After all, the children of Aphrodite as he discovered were strong believers in the concept of "beauty sleep," however he was rudely awoken by squealing and excitement from his cabin mates. He dragged himself out of bed to take a peek past the divider that separated the boy's section from the girls.
The sight immediately filled him with a visceral sense of hatred.
There was an older boy, his half-brother he supposed, with dark hair being fawned over and adored by the others. They offered to take care of his luggage so he could saunter off to breakfast without a care in the world and started gushing over how happy they were that Niklaus was back.
Edeir found himself feeling envious. The past few weeks he had worked hard to get to know the other children of Aphrodite. Usually he found it easy win friends thanks to his own natural charm, but they were all so narcissistic they couldn't realize how great he was. The only thing he had going for him was his British accent, which they eventually grew bored of.
But this... prick just showed up and everyone was fawning over him?! But why?! Why was he so special?!
"Hey Edeir." One of his half-sisters tapped him on the shoulder. "You're a newbie so help out with unpacking Niklaus's stuff, okay?"
The blond balled his hands into fists. "As if!" He stalked out the cabin in a huff, leaving his confused siblings behind.
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Edeir arrived at the dining pavilion, the smell of breakfast wafting on the breeze. He wasn't that hungry, as he didn't eat much anyway due to having better things to preoccupy his time, however he had a feeling breakfast with be worth his while.
He stacked his plate high with pancakes, berries, oatmeal, syrup, bacon, sausage, eggs; at least as much of each kind of dish he could cram on. The dryads supplying the food looked on with concern. He then carefully transported the plate carefully to the brazier, trying to keep anything from falling.
"Oh Aphrodite, heed my prayer," Edeir whispered, dropping a single berry into the flames, "Please help me to obtain the admiration and adoration of others." He shoveled the remaining kilogram of food into the fire. The flames leapt up and roared in a furious blaze that nearly seared his eyebrows off. "Give me the power to curse those who refuse to bow to my will!"
He cackled deviously before taking a seat at the Aphrodite table as far away from Niklaus as possible. He filled his goblet with aromatic darjeeling and drank his tea contentedly, shooting a murderous glare at Niklaus over the rim of his cup.
Edeir wasn't sure if Aphrodite would actually give him to power to curse people or not, or how long it would take. He was a demigod so maybe the power curse people was inside him all along? In any case, he'd set to formulating a more practical approach of wreaking havoc in the meantime.
Karcen
Ten Thousand Club
Luna was a little surprised someone came over to her table, but was less so when she saw it was Ria. Luna felt they got along well enough, both were night people with issues when it came to waking up in the morning. The necklace she was talking about actually was something Ria had given her to help with that as it allowed one to wake up feeling refreshed despite having little sleep. While this was no grand use of magic, no flaming sword, or impenetrable armor Luna found more mundane magic far better. While Luna wasn't exactly super attached to the necklace she would miss having it as it was nice to be awake and not have to drink coffee or soda to wake up in the mornings. Still Luna wasn't the kind to hold onto something so greedily especially if it might cause issues between child and parent.
" Which mom?" Luna teased enjoying teasing others and herself about having more than one mother or father. This often was a bit of a sore spot but well she didn't push ti so it was okay to her. Luna didn't actually wait for an answer and took off the necklace holding it our for Ria " Well without this i might need a pick me up feel like joining me for a little coffee?" she asked inviting another to sit at her table even if only for a short time.
iZie_b00
" Which mom?" Luna teased enjoying teasing others and herself about having more than one mother or father. This often was a bit of a sore spot but well she didn't push ti so it was okay to her. Luna didn't actually wait for an answer and took off the necklace holding it our for Ria " Well without this i might need a pick me up feel like joining me for a little coffee?" she asked inviting another to sit at her table even if only for a short time.
iZie_b00
TheSaint
Junior Member
Anders son of Ares
The clattering of weapons against a variety of practice surfaces always seemed to be lighting up the arena throughout the day, often with more than a few Ares campers scattered around in pairs. Standing near the entrance with a relatively stoic expression, Anders Strohl was supervising some of his younger siblings and demi-gods as they battered each other black and blue.
Early morning training always seemed to draw out an interestingly driven crowd, though Anders was pleased to know so many campers were dedicated to their training. The exhausting wars thirty years earlier had led to an influx of campers due to the promises made by the gods, something Anders found almost laughable after so many centuries of negligence. Perhaps they would keep the deal until the last of the seven had expired, slipping away once no one was left to hold them to their promise.
A camper tumbled out over to Anders’ left and his focus was brought back to the arena, effectively stopping him from teetering back into a negative spiral. He watched as the young demigod took his time rolling over in the heavy bronze, too slowly, a surge of irritation building as the unfit soldier slackly took their sword back up. Already thin patience threatened to snap when the pair resumed some of the laziest sparring he’d ever witnessed. Another voice tore into the pair before Anders had an opportunity to let his own frustrations be known, one of his siblings laying down a fairly polite scolding about their form. Anders had been ready to outright slam someone into the dirt to drive his own point home, perhaps the reason his cabin-mate jumped in to discipline the pair.
Ringing could be heard overhead to warn the group about breakfast, signaling an end to training and a transition into the next part of their day. The two weeks had gone by relatively smoothly, outside of a few attempted pranks and the expected arguments between children of the war god. At least Anders was old enough to be left alone by the younger campers who sought to ruffle a few feathers, knowing he wasn’t above taking swift revenge.
Hanging up his armor and weapons, Anders was quick about showering and changing into dark shorts and an orange camp t-shirt. A long morning of training had him starving and grateful the nymph prepared spread they were offered. Wasting little time in sacrificing a portion of the pile of meat Anders had taken for himself, the tall redhead sat himself down with his fellow Ares campers and dug in. The table was as loud as one could expect, some of the younger campers already getting at one another, puberty and the overall aggression that came with being a child of Ares was always a toxic combination. Anders would of course never admit the existence of his own jealous nature and short temper and chose to judge the poor behavior of the others.
Scanning the pavilion for familiar faces, Anders found his eyes settling on the washed-up son of Zues trying to look mysterious on the outskirts. The wayward Demigod had been the death of Orra, an incredible warrior and the older sister Anders had always relied on. He truly couldn’t place how the child of Zeus had been so favored on a quest for Ares that he would be the one to drag his worthless bones back to Long Island. Knowing he couldn't quite voice his outrage over the loss of his sister, lest he look insensitive to the golden child.
Forcing his attention back to his own table, Anders took a deep breath and resumed eating, effectively bottling up any shred of emotion that threatened to spill over. Once more his ability to detach left him unhealthily moving on without giving any room for introspection, diving back into the conversation around him.
Heft amounts of camp gossip were already swirling, with the close ties between Ares and Aphrodite there seemed to be an endless supply on camp dramatics. News of some friction that morning had Anders glancing up in time to watch one of the newer campers(Edier) glaring daggers as Klaus, the expression as impressively murderous as any soldiers. Each cabin had a wildly different and sometimes bizarre hierarchy that Anders wasn’t sure he’d ever understand, being from a group that simply beat one another into submission.
Finishing his plate fairly quickly, Anders sat back and waited for Chiron’s announcement for the day, hoping he’d have a decent chunk of unscheduled time.
The clattering of weapons against a variety of practice surfaces always seemed to be lighting up the arena throughout the day, often with more than a few Ares campers scattered around in pairs. Standing near the entrance with a relatively stoic expression, Anders Strohl was supervising some of his younger siblings and demi-gods as they battered each other black and blue.
Early morning training always seemed to draw out an interestingly driven crowd, though Anders was pleased to know so many campers were dedicated to their training. The exhausting wars thirty years earlier had led to an influx of campers due to the promises made by the gods, something Anders found almost laughable after so many centuries of negligence. Perhaps they would keep the deal until the last of the seven had expired, slipping away once no one was left to hold them to their promise.
A camper tumbled out over to Anders’ left and his focus was brought back to the arena, effectively stopping him from teetering back into a negative spiral. He watched as the young demigod took his time rolling over in the heavy bronze, too slowly, a surge of irritation building as the unfit soldier slackly took their sword back up. Already thin patience threatened to snap when the pair resumed some of the laziest sparring he’d ever witnessed. Another voice tore into the pair before Anders had an opportunity to let his own frustrations be known, one of his siblings laying down a fairly polite scolding about their form. Anders had been ready to outright slam someone into the dirt to drive his own point home, perhaps the reason his cabin-mate jumped in to discipline the pair.
Ringing could be heard overhead to warn the group about breakfast, signaling an end to training and a transition into the next part of their day. The two weeks had gone by relatively smoothly, outside of a few attempted pranks and the expected arguments between children of the war god. At least Anders was old enough to be left alone by the younger campers who sought to ruffle a few feathers, knowing he wasn’t above taking swift revenge.
Hanging up his armor and weapons, Anders was quick about showering and changing into dark shorts and an orange camp t-shirt. A long morning of training had him starving and grateful the nymph prepared spread they were offered. Wasting little time in sacrificing a portion of the pile of meat Anders had taken for himself, the tall redhead sat himself down with his fellow Ares campers and dug in. The table was as loud as one could expect, some of the younger campers already getting at one another, puberty and the overall aggression that came with being a child of Ares was always a toxic combination. Anders would of course never admit the existence of his own jealous nature and short temper and chose to judge the poor behavior of the others.
Scanning the pavilion for familiar faces, Anders found his eyes settling on the washed-up son of Zues trying to look mysterious on the outskirts. The wayward Demigod had been the death of Orra, an incredible warrior and the older sister Anders had always relied on. He truly couldn’t place how the child of Zeus had been so favored on a quest for Ares that he would be the one to drag his worthless bones back to Long Island. Knowing he couldn't quite voice his outrage over the loss of his sister, lest he look insensitive to the golden child.
Forcing his attention back to his own table, Anders took a deep breath and resumed eating, effectively bottling up any shred of emotion that threatened to spill over. Once more his ability to detach left him unhealthily moving on without giving any room for introspection, diving back into the conversation around him.
Heft amounts of camp gossip were already swirling, with the close ties between Ares and Aphrodite there seemed to be an endless supply on camp dramatics. News of some friction that morning had Anders glancing up in time to watch one of the newer campers(Edier) glaring daggers as Klaus, the expression as impressively murderous as any soldiers. Each cabin had a wildly different and sometimes bizarre hierarchy that Anders wasn’t sure he’d ever understand, being from a group that simply beat one another into submission.
Finishing his plate fairly quickly, Anders sat back and waited for Chiron’s announcement for the day, hoping he’d have a decent chunk of unscheduled time.
Lyth
New Member
Sabine
Daughter of Iris
The overall mood of the Iris Cabin had always been so pleasant and warm, something Sabine found herself longing for during her brief visits back to Los Angeles. As much as she and her adopted parents knew there was nothing holding them together, the social pressure of keeping up appearances demanded Sabine come to two major family events a year and be left in peace at the camp.
Part of the trips back to California had become a strange form of vacation back into the mortal world, the long separation allowing Sabine and her parents to continually linger in a type of honeymoon phase. At least she could say she did miss them now that they were only seen in the smallest of doses and under the happiest of circumstances.
Arriving back to camp a week later than the usual rush of siblings, Sabine had missed the campfire dramatics of new arrivals and the reappearance of a lost demi-god. Despite having stood by the burning of the three shrouds in the arena a few years before, the confirmation of Jasper’s death brought a new wave of grief and a sense of closure for the group. A painful reality in the lives of demigods was the glaring absence those who never returned would leave, Sabine found no shame in grieving those who vanished. Recovering Jasper’s camp necklace from Hektor had been cathartic in a way, allowing them to move on with this final closure. It was clear the son of Zues was miles from his own solace, the conversation had been clipped and painful, only a hoarse apology before the topic was laid to rest.
The atmosphere at the camp had been so friendly in her first week home, Sabine had quietly gone through her three days of wondering why she would ever leave before the scheduled activities would offer a gentle reminder. Most activities weren’t too bothersome but the child of Iris hadn’t quite learned to love her time in the arena, outside of archery of course, she considered herself far too fragile for the intimidating combat she witnessed.
Choosing to keep her focus on art, Sabine had spent a better part of the morning planning and discussing a fairly large art project with a few of her siblings. The intense chatter kept the group wrapped up as they gathered their breakfast, only pausing to offer tribute to their mother. Sabine was certain the wheels would fall off fairly quickly with the general history of the group trying to collaborate, too many different artistic styles lived in the cabin to truly find one direction they all loved.
At least the cheerful conversations outlining things served to bring them together and keep the overall attitude of the cabin relaxed and happy.
Daughter of Iris
The overall mood of the Iris Cabin had always been so pleasant and warm, something Sabine found herself longing for during her brief visits back to Los Angeles. As much as she and her adopted parents knew there was nothing holding them together, the social pressure of keeping up appearances demanded Sabine come to two major family events a year and be left in peace at the camp.
Part of the trips back to California had become a strange form of vacation back into the mortal world, the long separation allowing Sabine and her parents to continually linger in a type of honeymoon phase. At least she could say she did miss them now that they were only seen in the smallest of doses and under the happiest of circumstances.
Arriving back to camp a week later than the usual rush of siblings, Sabine had missed the campfire dramatics of new arrivals and the reappearance of a lost demi-god. Despite having stood by the burning of the three shrouds in the arena a few years before, the confirmation of Jasper’s death brought a new wave of grief and a sense of closure for the group. A painful reality in the lives of demigods was the glaring absence those who never returned would leave, Sabine found no shame in grieving those who vanished. Recovering Jasper’s camp necklace from Hektor had been cathartic in a way, allowing them to move on with this final closure. It was clear the son of Zues was miles from his own solace, the conversation had been clipped and painful, only a hoarse apology before the topic was laid to rest.
The atmosphere at the camp had been so friendly in her first week home, Sabine had quietly gone through her three days of wondering why she would ever leave before the scheduled activities would offer a gentle reminder. Most activities weren’t too bothersome but the child of Iris hadn’t quite learned to love her time in the arena, outside of archery of course, she considered herself far too fragile for the intimidating combat she witnessed.
Choosing to keep her focus on art, Sabine had spent a better part of the morning planning and discussing a fairly large art project with a few of her siblings. The intense chatter kept the group wrapped up as they gathered their breakfast, only pausing to offer tribute to their mother. Sabine was certain the wheels would fall off fairly quickly with the general history of the group trying to collaborate, too many different artistic styles lived in the cabin to truly find one direction they all loved.
At least the cheerful conversations outlining things served to bring them together and keep the overall attitude of the cabin relaxed and happy.
