[color=0054a6][u][b]Death's Kid[/b][/u][/color]

Dorian listened to her speak and realized just how properly she spoke. She spoke as if she took etiquette lessons and as if this was a formal dinner. Even with his now close relationship father he still didn't feel quite lucky to be the son of Death. He wasn't sure what benefits that it provided. Did it mean that he couldn't die if his father so chose it? Was that why he hadn't had any demigod children up until now? That would make sense and honestly he hadn't thought about it until now. He felt that same sense of sophistication when she introduced herself. Jadaria Brookes. It wasn't a common name, but then again she wasn't a common girl. She was a daughter of Artemis which was something he thought to be impossible.

He was caught off-guard by her leaning in closer to him. It almost made him pull back, but he kept his ground. Then she hit him with the question. A question that he feared was the one that she would be asking as soon as she said that she had an odd question. He definitely knew what was going on, but did he have the right to tell her? She would likely figure it out on her own, but if he told her the answer now would it possibly end up causing a commotion around camp? He decided to go ahead and tell her.

He leaned a bit more and whispered to her, [color=0054a6]"I've done more than noticed. This is the calm before the storm. My father warned me of a war among the gods and how possible it was that the children in the camp will fight each other as well. This is a Civil War on a grander scale. Not just one between the Greeks and the Romans. God against God, demigod against demigod. He didn't get to tell me why the war was being fought though. My honest guess? A power struggle."[/color]

[@WeepingLiberty]