Peter collapsed into the blanket thst decorated the bed he had sat on. It was bright silver and seemed to glow like everything else in the place. In honesty though Peter didn't care. He didn't care what this place looked like, he didn't care if the gods struck him down for being within these walls, he didn't even care about the water he'd tracked into the space nor the moisture that was staining the blankets from his hair and cloths.

What mattered to Peter was the sounds of the storm outside becoming agitated, and the water that he'd brought in with him turning to ice. Petef was positive he hadn't started the storm, perhaps it was natural or else caused by another camper what he did know was that the powers of the North Wind, of ice and cold and storm, his powers were amplifying the wind and rain turning it to a blizzard of snow outside.

Normally Peter could control his abilities with some degree of success but with this much water around and the anger that filled his heart he fear that he might bury Camp Half-Blood in ice.

Peter heard a sudden exclamation of pain followed by a curse towards Artimas whom the soeaker refered to informally as Artie. That was odd but perhaps not unusual, the demigod in question might have had prior dealings with Artimas. It was clear what had happened, the intruder had slipped on the ice on the floor that Peter had created. He couldn't go anywhere without hurting someone with his powers.

Peter pulled back into the shadows of the bed as the person entered the room. She was very pretty with tannec skin that almost glowed and red hair the color of apples. She must have been from the Aphrodite cabin but Peter didn't remember seeing her around the camp though that wasn't surprising given that he avoided human contact so as not to hurt anyone. 

She asked him if he was okay, that he looked upset and as Peter made to answer he realized he was crying the tears turning to ice as they fell from his face. "A little upset yeah," he said through his tears. "I'll calm when this storm runs it's course. If you don't want to get frostbite I'd suggest you find another refuge." He spoke true enough, since she'd entered the temperature had fallen ten degrees and still going down. Peter had a sense for temperature, he knew he would be fine amoung the ice but she wasn't frost proof.