Kalinda ensured she had a good hold on Arianna, as she finally freed the other girls foot. "It amazes me that you can get into such perdicaments, Arianna" She said, althought her tone was kind, as she hugged Arianna to her, Chao wriggling in the pocket Kalina had shoved her in, before guiding Arianna's hands to the rope. "Now, if you can get down without tangling yourself again, I'll give you a brew from my cabin." Arianna was a sweet, ditzy girl, more than a little strange, yet they all were.

Kalinda still wasn't sure how they had become friends. She had just started off as Arianna's...well, Nurse. Somehow, as she built a rappor with her, they had become friends. Kalinda was still perplexed over that. Yet it helped when Kalinda had to give her her daily medications. While she knew that Arianna wasn't helpless, the girl seemed that way, and Kalinda felt oddly protective of her.

You would think you would find it strange that Kalinda would be friends with the daughter of the wine god, after her own spiral into a drunken haze of nothingness, yet oddly enough Arianna had taught her control. While Kalinda had drinks, she couldn't remember the last time she had actually drank one. Normally she just kept the brews for those times Arianna didn't seem to have any. "Careful now. There needs to be a better way to get down this tower. Like maybe a bungee jump. Or a zip line"

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"We'll be careful Cassie. I promise," Webster said to the blue haired daughter of Eris. She nodded, though it was clear she was still nervous. Webster watched Alan walk off towards the Big House to meet the Oracle. He couldn't help but feel a small bit of pity. Webster remembered his first quest, way back when. He'd been young, and the Oracle had given him nightmares for weeks afterwards, but he came back from that quest a true hero. He was able to prove himself as more than Annabeth Chase's brother, and that meant a lot. Once Alan was out of sight, he made his way to Cabin Seven, which was currently empty. Most of the cabin's inhabitants were probably milling around outside, on edge thanks to the gods' accusation. Sighing, he walked over to his private area where his bed sat in the middle of his many random possessions.

On a nightstand next to his bed, sat a small fountain, currently dry. He walked over and pressed a small button at the base, which caused the fountain to whir and begin to spit out mist. A light flickered on, and a faint rainbow appeared in the mist. Grinning, he pulled a golden drachma from his pocket and flicked it into the mist, which promptly absorbed the coin. His thoughts focused on one person, the mist soon grew and expanded until Annabeth Chase could be seen, her image crystal clear.

"It's been way too long Annie," Webster said, smirking. Annabeth was sitting on a couch, a book in her lap, wearing sweats and a sweater, her hair a mess. "Where's Perce?" Webster asked, curious about his soon to be brother-in-law's location. "He's at work. But I don't think you called so you could talk to my fiance. What's up Webby?" Webster grinned. She knew him well.

"I don't suppose you've heard anything about Aphrodite's Dove?" Annabeth raised an eyebrow, setting down her book. Her interest was surely peaked. "Me and Perce have heard...rumors. Percy said Posiedon seemed on edge when they spoke last night. Frank said his dad has been angrier than usual. Whispers that's all. I take it that these whispers have become shouts?" Webster responded with a nod, biting his lip. "Ares is accusing Alan Carpenter, a son of Hermes, of stealing the dove. We've got a week to find it," he said, biting his lip.

"We? Does that mean you're going on the quest?" Annabeth didn't even wait for an answer. "Be careful Webby. For me." "I will Annie. I promise," Webster said, blushing and rubbing the back of his head. Annabeth chuckled. "I'm guessing you guys leave soon? Remember, don't stress over the prophecy too much. You can't change it, so just let it play out," Annabeth said, earning a nod from Webster as he began to pack his bag. The two carried on with small talk as Webster packed his bag with everything he might need. Extra clothes, ambrosia and nectar, a few books, and Washington. He was prepared for just about anything.

"Be careful Webster. I mean it," Annabeth warned, her stormy grey eyes locking with Webster's. He nodded and reassured her once more that he'd be okay. "I'll be fine Annabeth. No monster could ever take down this guy!" Webster joked. "I'll keep you updated best I can. Bye, love you." With that, Annabeth disappeared, and Webster stepped out of his cabin, taking a deep breath and waiting for the signal to go.

"You won't lose me, Syl. I'd never let that happen" Connor said, picking up Prince, who had been dislodged by Syleste's movements, and giving the forever puppy a hug, "I'll come back, I promise, Syl" He said, moving over to hug his sister, plopping Prince back into her lap, where the dog promptly tried to climb upon Moe, the larger dog sitting there happily. "I'll take some Drachma with me, and I'll Iris message you every day, okay? so you can know I'm alive and well" He promised.

Connor didn't particularly wish to leave Syleste like this, yet what choice did he have? He didn't want to leave her distressed, and wondering if he was going to leave and never return. He crouched in front of Syleste, pushing the dogs out the way, he would have taken her hands, had she not had a death grip on Michael's shirt. "Syleste, if it wasn't such an important mission, if we weren't going up against Ares, I'd take you, but it's important that we do this, and do it as quick as possible, for Alan" He said, his voice soft, unsure whether or not what he had said was true, yet just hoping to sooth Syleste. He knew that Chiron, in particularly, wouldn't allow Syleste to go outside the camp, and he knew that that wore on her.

Maybe he could stand to be a little leniant. Giving a soft sigh, he hugged Syleste again and said "I need to go pack, but I'll come back before I meet the others. Prince, stay" The smaller dog looked up from where he had perched himself ontop of Moe, and wagged his tail.

connor gave a soft sigh, and he made his way to their cabin, he quickly packed what he needed, grabbing some drachma, he put some in the pack, but kept Seven on his person, slipping them into a hidden pocket of his jacket. zipping it up.



Michael seemed to have lost all capacity to speak, as Syleste holding his shirt, and leaned into him. There was no ability for him to think beyond the fact that Syleste was leaning against him. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, and tell her it would all be okay, yet he couldn't seem to do that. It was like his arms refused to move, like they were nothing but useless apendages. He listened as Niesha spoke, as Connor tried to reassure Syleste that he'd be okay, and that he'd return. Watching Connor go, Michael seemed to find some inner strength.

He wrapped his arms around Syleste, wanting to be reassuring, comforting. He tried to think of the words that would make everything better, yet there really weren't any. "y-y-your buh-buh-brother is s-smart. H-h-he'll b-buh-bring everyone b-buh-back. And..." He trailed off, losing that spark of courage, he trailed off. She was just so...small and warm. So lovely...he wanted to be able to make her happy, he just didn't know what to do, or say.

He swallowed, nervous. She's never going to see me as anything but a friend...there's others more worthy of her...I can't even find the right words... Connor's words though about, if it hadn't been such an important quest he would have taken her with him spark ideas in Michael's mind. He knew that Syleste was virtually confind to the camp because of her lack of sight, but...what if he could make something that would help her in the outside world? If Ky' vie wasn't going on the quest, he'd speak with her about it, but...I'm a child of Athena. I can figure out how to build something I invent, can't I?.

He looked down at Syleste, and he said softly "p-puh-please c-c-come stay w-wuh-with us. I d-d-don't like the th-th-thought of y-you alone in your c-cabin." He hoped Syleste didn't think he only didn't like the idea of her alone because of her blindness, because he didn't. He just didn't want her to be alone, not when she'd probably be worrying about her brother.



Kalinda followed Arianna down, smiling as she plopped the top hat on Chaos, who took the accessory with good cheer, chattering from her pocket and otherwise acting cute. Kalinda took out a few pieces of cut up really small) carrot to the ferret, who hastily chewed it, and seeming well content, the ferret clutched the pocket and swayed as Kalinda walked, seeming pleased with the hat.

Kalinda chuckled at Arianna's behaviour, walking with the girl to her cabin. "Perhaps I should paint my chariot black and give it batwings" She mused in response to Arianna's comment about the Apollo cabin being the batmobile. "The booze is at the cabin, Ari. I'll get you one as soon as we get there" She promised, listening as Arianna spoke, in her weird, wonderful, wacky way.

Kalinda could normally figure out what Arianna met. But she lost track around flappy bird. Flappy Bird...who did Arianna say that was? Alan? Yet why would Alan say anything about Erin? Skeletor was the nickname Arianna gave Erin-she had heard that one before. "half the campers don't spend the night in their own bed at times, who is Erin suppose to be sleeping with now?" Kalinda asked, although she was sure that in seconds Arianna would latch onto something else, and that bit of gossip would be gone in the maze of Arianna's wonderful mind.

She smiled at Arianna, and when they got to her Cabin, she nudged the door open, and led Arianna into her room. Despite the inspections, Kalinda's room was slightly messy. Her bow was thrown across her bed, the quiver leaning against a leg of the bed, there were clothes strewn across the floor, as if she had discarded an outfit or two that morning. There were screwed up pieces of paper thrown around the floor, a pencil or two lay on the floor with a notebook under her bed, open face down on the floor, as if Kalinda had fallen asleep and just thrown it on the ground while she was working.

Picking up the clothes, she shoved them into an open draw, shutting the draw, she snatched up the pieces of paper, and dumped them into a waste bin, before grabbing the brew for Arianna, she turned to face her friend.

"Your drink, and Your meds" she said, taking out Arianna's medications, holding both out to her.

@Vicier

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Elena looked towards Erin and glared at her slightly of course she was always a little bit of a downer, she didn't agree with what her father thought who stole Aphrodite's Dove. She knew Alan well enough that he wouldn't have been the one to steal the stupid bird, she crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at Erin shaking her head slightly. "As if I could control who my father is, he is always the one to jump to conclusions to quickly." Elena said as she watched her turn around and headed off towards her cabin, she really did wish that she could actually go on the quest and prove to her father that it wasn't Alan who stole the dove.

Elena looked towards Syleste and Connor and gave a soft smile as she approached them looking towards Connor and smiled at her friend and gently patted him on the shoulder. "I'll watch over Syl for ya, while you are out Dove hunting." Elena reassured him as she wrapped an arm over Syleste's shoulder and gently started to pet Prince. "And a slumber party would be pretty fun, we could just stay up late and hang out, and do whatever we'd like." Elena said happily as she shifted slightly, she hated being cooped up in the camp for to long but she didn't want to voice it out loud or anything at least she was with her group of friends though and she could hang out with them when she got bored.

Natalie Hawkins -- End of Lesson One

A shadow had departed from the range, and she could easily perceive who it was. A boy, whose face seemed lined wkth disgust. Instead of stopping him, the Maiden would let him leave. It was not her place to force a student to stay for lessons, noatter how mediocre their accuracy might be. Taking note of his appearance however, she would be certain to talk to him privately later. To see if there was actual interest in learning the wonderful discipline of Archery.

As the campers earnestly plucked up their bows and began firing arrows, Natalie would keep herself busy throughout the length of the class. Meandering through the practicing campers, she would pause occasionally to correct mistakes. Ranging from posture to proper breathing, or even getting one or two a proper pull strength bow, she was concise and thorough in her lessons. So well ddi she that by the end of the first lesson, the students who had never shot a bow before could reliably hit close to the center of a target at fifteen meters.

If anything, it was a good start.

Once the lesson was dismissed however, a slight pang of hunger meant that she needed to grab a snack for a bite to eat. Remaining at the range until the last student had left, she would depart from it as she made for the mess hall to grab of all things, a Granny Smith apple. Unsheathing her knife, she would slice off a small piece and bite into it as she walked. This procession would continue as she wandered through the camp, until she cane upon the tail end of the quest that was given to Alan. Watching on distantly, she took the last bite of her apple and tossed it into a bin as the students clustered around and chattered excitedly as Alan called out who he was going to bring with him.

Glancing sideways to Chiron and Mr. D, the Maiden decided that it was wise to mingle with the students a little. Get a feel for the children that she was working with. Even though Maidens were more often than not standoffish with Campers, much due to a turbulent history.

Equipping a charming smile, Natalie strode into the midst of the gaggle of students. Oddly enpugh, just in time to hear a boy invite a girl to stay in a cabin woth him. Warily she would eye the stuttering male, suspicoous of his intention. Even though he seemed genuine, Artemis had done her well by teaching her that men weren't to be trusted within any capacity.

"Excuse me," she interjected softly, glancing between Michael and Celeste, "I do not believe that to be wise, however, I can offer you a chance to stay in my quarters. If you would like."

@Caits
@Vicier

@Feisty-Pants@Vicier@Nallore

Niesha looked up as the new teacher approached them and narrowed her eyes at the woman. "No, that wouldn't be wise" She said "You're one of Artemis's aren't you? I can understand the whole men are bad thing, but my brother isn't bad. Syl would stay in my room, if she wishes to stay in our cabin. And no offense, but coming up to and speaking to a blind girl like that is just asking for her to freak out a bit" Niesha said, feeling protective of Syl, and imagining how overwhelming it would be for her. At least the woman hadn't had the nerve to touch Syleste. Niesha rarely did so, until she was assured that Syleste was completely aware of her presence.

Seeing her just about snuggled up with Michael, clutching at him like a safety blanket, Niesha sighed softly, "Besides, nothing will harm Syleste with Moe around, and Prince is a fiesty little thing" She smiled as both dogs glanced up at their names, Prince was wriggling happily under Elena's touch. Turning slightly towards Elena, she smiled and said "Well, the cabin is big enough, it will be fun to have one! I've never had one, unless you count the bunk beds Michael and Iuse to share!" She gave a soft laugh. Niesha was skillfully trying to show the fact that it was going to mostly be all girls, and that it was going to be the typical slumber party. She glanced back to the Maidan and smiled, "Unless you count the dogs, my brother is outnumbered four to one. And Syleste knows us. She doesn't know you"

She knew she might be being a bit rude, but when it came to her friends, Niesha wasn't going to let anything hurt them, in anyway. She'd only had Michael, really, when they'd been growing up, despite the fact she got on well with people, generally. They didn't know the hunter. Just because she was a Maidan, didn't mean she wouldn't hurt Syleste.

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Syleste Astrea Nioré

Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Michael Stevenson and Niesha Stevenson (@Caits), Elena Reese ([@Nalore]), and Natalie Hawkins (@Feisty-Pants).}

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“You won’t lose me, Syl. I’d never let that happen.”

One moment the puppy was there, and the next it was gone; eased off of her lap where it had been struggling to stay, and had been almost forgotten in the girls worry for her older brother and the others going out on the quest with him. It wasn’t fair… it-... it just wasn’t fair… Why did he have to go- no; why did any of them have to go..? Though she didn’t know him all too well, and while she may not have ever had the chance to speak to him, she knew for a fact that Alan wasn’t the one that stole the dove… so why was it that he and the others still had to suffer while the real bad guy was still out there somewhere..?

“I’ll come back, I promise, Syl. I’ll take some drachma with me, and I’ll Iris message you every day, okay? So you can know I’m alive and well.”

The dog was once more in her lap; Prince’s paws pressing down and into her thighs before the suddenly the gentle pressure was once more gone ever completely from her lap, leaving her to panic slightly, and for only the briefest of moments about where in the world the pup had gone running off to before her brother’s arms around her was again helping to bring her mind back to the current situation they seemed to find themselves in.

Her cabin was going to be empty- she was going to be alone… well, not completely; she had those who had gathered around her that were more than willing to do their part, and to help out Connor by looking after her while he was gone from camp. Elena, Michael, Niesha. They were all willing to step up, and to try and fill the place of her brother while he was out saving Aphrodite’s bird from whatever bad place it had ended up in; and while they were all amazing people in their own way… they just weren’t him… they weren’t Connor…

“Syleste, if it wasn’t such an important mission, if we weren’t going up against Ares, I’d take you, but it’s important that we do this, and do it as quick as possible, for Alan. I need to go pack, but I’ll come back before I meet the others. Prince, stay.”

“..e-every day…” Never once letting her grip over Michael’s top waver, not even just a little bit, Syleste turned her head so that she was able to look up in the direction that she could hear her brother’s voice coming from, his warm touch helping to give her just that little bit of courage to accept the fact that this was something that (whether she liked it or not) had to happen no matter what, “..y-you promise; call me e-every day..! P-Please, Connor…”

And just like that, he was gone. Heading back towards the cabin so that he could pack, while leaving her in the more than capable hands of their friends.

”..y-y-your buh-buh-brother is s-smart. H-h-he’ll b-buh-bring everyone b-buh-back. And… p-puh-please c-c-come stay w-wuh-with us. I d-d-don’t like the th-th-thought of y-you alone in you c-cabin.”

H-He wanted her to come and stay with them..?

Relaxing her grip over the front of his top only the tiniest of amounts, Syleste lifted her head so that she was able to look up in the direction she could hear his voice coming from… his gentle breath inhaling and exhaling in a steady rhythm, her bright though cloudy light blue eyes seeming to flick back and forth between his own as if she knew exactly where they were in the first place- he was so sweet… he was worried about her; just as the rest of their friends were. It wasn’t very often she had to spend extended periods of time without her brother being right there for her when she really needed him the most.

“A slumber party would be pretty fun, we could just stay up late and hang out, and do whatever we’d like.”

A slumber party… she’d heard of them, but never before had she ever had, or been invited to one of them. They sounded like so much fun- staying up late with your friends, eating popcorn and chocolate and lollies, and watching movies and listening to music until you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore… It was most definitely something that had always piqued her interest, but it seemed like now with Connor going off on his quest, she had more of an excuse than ever to try it out and see whether or not she actually enjoyed it.

“Excuse me. I do not believe that to be wise, however, I can offer you a chance to stay in my quarters. If you would like.”
“No, that wouldn’t be wise.”

Catching wind of not only a voice that she didn’t seem to be able to recognize, but also one she did which seemed to be growing a little defensive towards the newcomer, Syleste once more let her hands ball up, tightening her grip over Michael’s top once again as she curled her shoulders into his body, allowing herself to curl up into the warmth of his arms as she continued to stay silent, listening with confusion to the conversation being held around her.

“You’re one of Artemis’ aren’t you? I can understand the whole ‘men are bad’ thing, but my brother isn’t bad. Syl would stay in my room, if she wishes to stay in our cabin. And no offense, but coming up to and speaking to a blind girl like that is just asking for her to freak out a bit. Besides, nothing will harm Syleste with Moe around, and Prince is a feisty little thing.”

A huntress..? Though the thought of meeting one of the hunt caught her interest, Syleste buried herself further into Michael’s chest, refusing to pull herself back to speak to anyone while the two of them seemed intent on squaring off with one another; even if one of them seemed to be more invested in the action than the other. Neisha was an awesome person; someone who was always there for her when she had a problem, or even when she just wanted someone to talk to about things she couldn’t bring up with her brother… but just like Connor, she didn’t understand; and how could she..?

None of them knew what it was like to live their lives in the dark…

The hunt offered demigoddesses like her freedom… a chance to be independent, and to work with one another while exploring the Western world, and carrying out the will of the Goddess of the moon herself... But for her… it was also a chance to be able to actually leave the camp…

“Unless you count dogs, my brother is outnumbered four to one. And Syleste knows us, she doesn’t know you.”

Well that was that. It was the end of the discussion even if she wanted to something completely different to the outcome. It was clear that Neisha didn’t want her spending time with the huntress whomever it was she might be; and even though the thought of freedom was enticing, the young daughter of Athena was correct… she didn’t know the huntress.

“..I-I want to stay with m-my f-friends…”

Natalie Hawkins -- Refusal amd Curiosity

Her offer was met defensively, with little surprise.

However, what was rather intriguing was the fact it was not the girl who she offered who adamantly refused. It was her friend, seemingly tonsay the least. Her tone seemed almost accusational towards the Maiden, but despite that she paid very little heed to it. She saw past the hostile one, and her eyes adeptly remained affixed on the girl. After all, it was to she whom the Maiden made the offer, not the one guarded her almost possessively. Perhaps it was purely out of goodwill, or perhaps out of envy; after all, it was not often that a camper was chanced a glance into a maiden's home.

Even though this girl may have been blind.

Interestingly, the girl seemed shy. Though each move she made bespoke of hesitation, over what precisely remained a mystery, yet it was still another piece of a puzzle regardless. Crooking a brow and gazing down upon Niesha, she spoke to her first; well, to everyone within earshot.

"What you say is true, I am a Maiden of the Hunt. However, my loyalties are now divided in two. First, as a teacher for this camp, my duties are devoted to you and your company. Second, I will also eternally serve my Goddess." Deftly snapping her bow so that it latched to her back, her hands remained raised slightly as if she were adapting a defensive posture.

Instead, her brilliant azure gaze remained upon Syl afterward. "It is simple, really. There is no point for me to sew deception or a trap. My duties here, until Chiron and "Mr. D" as you so call him, find a new archery instructor, my place is here to serve you all. However, that is not all I have to offer to you all as a teacher. I have been alive for over two millenia, and seen much of the world as a result. I could tell you wondrous stories, lessons in archery, swordfighting, even stories of great heroes and heroines in their youth, to show you that we all began just as young and new as each of you."

Humbly, the Maiden would bow her head deeply instead of holding onto that enigmatic arrogance that most Huntresses were known for.

"Until Artemis herself relieves me of this duty, I am at your service. You cam find me at the edge of the wood by the practice range in my tent of you seek my counsel, on anything." Raising her head, she gracefully turned about and headed away from the small group whilst dropping her hood so that a river of fiery hair fell past her shoulders, and a scent of lilac took to the air.

As frustrating as the immediate hostility was, Natalie had expected it. For not many held even the thought of the Hunt in any sort of positive light. Getting her students to trust her would take tome, thankfully for the Goddess Artemis, she had plenty of it.

Waving her hand over her shoulder a nonchalant farewell escaped her lips, "Adieu. Syl, I believe that is your name, oui? If you wish to speak with me like I sense you do, all you need is to ask but once. Though may I recommend a guide to my quarters, all you need is to follow the scent of lilac. Trust your senses, and you will find me."

Subtly, unbeknownst to anyone else other than the Huntress herself, it was a test of sorts.

Moments later, she disappeared into the treeline, headng for her home.

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The teachers words shocked Michael, and he looked down at Syleste, burying herself against him, and he was sure he was blushing hotter then the sun, unable to keep the worried and, well, slightly scared expression off his face. If Syleste joined the hunters...What hope did he have? And maybe that was selfish off him...He knew that the hunters might seem like an attractive open for Syleste-invincibility, not likely to die, and freedom from the blindness that everyone else saw as a weakness, maybe even Syleste herself. If she joined the hunters...Michael didn't know what he would.

Without thinking about it, Michael wrapped his arms around her, not wanting to be confining, but rather wanting to be comforting, to...maybe let Syleste know, in some way or form...that he liked her. As his sister watched the retreating form of the huntress, focused intently on the retreating figure, Michael gathered his courage-if he didn't say something, didn't do anything, Syleste might take the huntress up on the offer, and then...he'd lose whatever chance he had. "Syl...s-since C-connor is not g-going to b-be here...I w-was thinking that...m-maybe you'd l-like to...g-g-go outside the c-c-c-camp?there's s-s-some...inventions I c-c-could make...that m-m-might make it easier f-for y-you...We c-could probably c-convince C-chiron...and w-we'd probably have to t-take a Satyr...b-b-but...if it c-c-could be d-d-done...would you like t-to?"

Why did he have to stutter so? He knew it made things difficult, and it frustrated him. He swallowed nervously, thinking that he was just being foolish. It would be very very hard to convince Chiron, not to mention Mr D to let any of them out the camp...but maybe just the offer would let Syleste know that he was willing to try, and that he thought it was wrong how she was treated just because of her blindness. And that he wanted to show her the world, and show her the beuty of the world, even if she could see the sights.

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"Can't wait then it should be a lot of fun." Elena said with a bright smile as she looked over towards Natalie she was slightly curious about the woman, and she didn't mind a little bit of practice with a bow and arrow even though she knew how to shoot a bow. Elena preferred using her sword and shield whenever she was fighting or practicing. She then gently gave Syleste's shoulder a friendly pat the girl was always cute and timid, and Elena always liked hanging out with her whenever she had the time to do it. "Since I don't really have anything else to do right now, i'm going to go out and practice a little bit. I'll swing by your cabin later and we can do that slumber party." Elena smiled as she started to head off towards the woods.

Elena wanted to get a little bit of practice in as she started to follow the scent which she picked up deciding to take up the offer with some training with the Huntress. Elena closed her eyes for a moment taking in a deep breath as she enjoyed the quietness around the woods, she would sometimes go out for runs in the early morning through the woods by herself from time to time to just relax.

There were many things that Niesha despised. She was use to being overlooked at times, but this was just down right arrogance. She glared at the huntress. If this was what the hunt had to offer, then Niesha wanted no part of them. Rude, arrogant, and Ignorant to other ways, Niesha decided she'd be much better off without having any dealings with the hunt. If this is what two thousand years of no sex does to you, no thank you. she thought to herself, glad for the moment that the words hadn't slipped out her mouth. A point for self-control. For once. She shifted, shaking her head, glad the Huntress was leaving. Although she was disturbed for the offer to Syleste.

Niesha didn't have many friends, and the thought of losing one to the Hunt...it distressed her greatly. IF Syleste was tempted, Niesha knew that she needed to be careful, to not shove her friend towards the Hunt. On the other side of the coin, she knew she couldn't stop Syleste's choice. It was hers, after all. Her gaze flickered towards Michael, Syleste all but in his lap, and her heart ached for him. If Syleste choose the hunt, Michael would be more then devestated.

She gave a soft sigh, waiting until the Huntress was out of sight, Niesha excused herself. "I'm going to go back to the cabin. I'll see you later" She followed Elena, but headed towards the cabins. Only, she stopped halfway, troubled by the recent events. She bit her lip, unsure. She glanced back to the stands, wondering if she should have left, but she hadn't wanted to say something that might be wrong.

Snow fluttered about her, circling above, she rose up and down with drafts, circling round in a figure out for a few moments, before going into loop-de-loops. Niesha stood there, watching thoughtfully.

Deon Alexander

Location: The Apollo Cabin; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Kalinda Franklins and Arianna Watson.}

With most of the excitement from the news of his father being a dick diminishing, Deon found himself headed towards the Apollo cabin. After Ky' vie had managed to smack him in the nose with the winners ring of the obstacle tower, he was fairly sure it might have been broken - it hurt enough; and the blood wasn't stopping. However, his initial trip to the infirmary after leaving the tower was less than pleasurable as most of the other Apollo kids that were there found Ky' vie to be in the right standing and refused to help him, wanting Deon to learn something for once in his life. That didn't mean he lacked a backup.

It took a bit of effort, but Deon finally caught sight of Kalinda as she escorted Arianna to her cabin. Smirking to himself a bit, remembering the bet he had made with the daughter of Dionysus, Deon followed them inside soon after, navigating himself through the halls as though he owned the place until he found the two girls. It appeared that the short-haired blonde was making an attempt to drug Arianna up.

"Your drink, and your meds." Kalinda said, handing out each object in question for Arianna to take. Just once, Deon would have liked to see what the long-haired blonde was like off of them. From what he heard, she had quite the penchant for blood lust - his kind of woman. Wincing a bit as a finger to the hand that had been attempting to hold his nose in place slipped, the movement had brought him a slight amount of pain. He couldn't help but to then chuckle as his mind wandered. It seemed Ky' vie could be brought to that point of blood-lust too. He dropped his hand to see his skin splattered in wet crimson, the stench of iron filling his nostrils making them flare and hurt even more. He smiled.

That fucking bitch.

"Excuse me, labies." Deon announced himself, leaning his short, but broad body against the frame of the door, one arm crossing over his chest while the other attempted, all the while returning his hand to his dripping nose. "Can it be my turn to blay the batient next? Or have I alreaby missed da bart where da two of you start to feberishly make out?" The combination of blood and swelling from his nose made it incredibly difficult to talk, but his ever famous shit-eating grin remained on his face despite the fact. He wiggled his fingers to Arianna in a hello. "Sbeaking of which, you owe me, Miami. But I'm good to watch for a bit if da two of you haben't finished."