[b][center]Annabeth Gulch[/b][/center]

Annabeth zipped across the ice, circling around obstacles and people. Ice wasn't a stranger to Annabeth, and in fact a common activity done during times were ice is thick on the ground was to put on special boots to cut across the ice like the wind. The shoes themselves weren't very comfortable on solid ground, but to constantly be moving lessen the pain. In the time it took a normal student to reach across the frozen courtyard Annabeth would have reached one side and back. She was able to do it even with her luggage of books, journals, and other essentials. Once Annabeth settled into the college, she stopped carrying all her weapons and other armaments. She only donned what she needed to keep out the chill, and maybe a knife for utility purposes. Even when she needed to do things like meet with her sparing partner, most of her equipment was stored at the gymnasium.

The first few weeks at the college was rough, but by making friends Annabeth was able to balance out her scheduled and enjoy herself. Underhaven, despite it's name, was almost heavenly in terms of her happiness there. Back at home she always had to suffer unruly customers and temperamental customers, unable to really deal with them aside from stating the facts and trying to make them see reason. It was something she learned to do, but not something she liked to. But at Underhaven, despite most of the customers being demons, most did not bother her aside from checking on their orders and questions about what was on the tap. And even the few that were annoying were also dealt with quickly and efficiently. After the first few deaths, she simply got used to the bouncers tearing demons apart in various ways. The boss in charge typically has her waiting tables, but Barkeep was showing her how to handle mixed drinks as well, though she had no real intention of serving drinks. She's a decent barista, but she was just in it for the money, and the work was familiar. This meant that she only worked part time; the rest of the time was spent working on her magic and training with Ssarak. Turned out she had Psychomancy, just like him. They helped each other a lot during their time together, and after a while Ssarak even offered her battleaxe training. She was skeptical at first, but after adapting it to her style she was actually making some headway. The axe was shorter and a bit heavier than most swords she's worked with, but the damage and control she had with a decent length battleaxe grew faster than it took for her to get basic handling with swordsmanship. And mixing the two styles together yielded some mixed results; her foot movements combined with the upper body control needed to handle the weight of a axe swing made her move fast with the momentum, but unlike Ssarak she lacked that raw physical strength to just stop on a dime. She needed some more training, hence why she was heading to the gymnasium.

Skating to a stop, Annabeth cleared the snow off a stone and took off her skates, replacing them with her worn but sturdy knee-length boots. They weren't the most pleasing looking boots in the world, but she had to buy them after almost all her other shoes from Eania began to wear down. They were also studded on the feet, allowing for better grip on the ground. Putting her things away Annabeth went inside, and saw Ssarak doing his usual routine. She'd wish she could have his determination, as she couldn't find it within herself to excessive everyday. Sure Annabeth always wanted to make sure to stay healthy, but she also didn't mind just tripping out on Underhaven's various spirits. Still, she came in on days like these to work out with Ssarak, both physically and magically. [b][i]"Good morning Ssarak. Anything interesting happen so far?"[/b][/i] Annabeth set Ssarak a telepathic message. It wasn't really directed to him so much as everyone near her, but it was just him there. Though he likely had his wards up, both he and Annabeth had learned how to "Filter" certain people through their Wards. Ssarak was better at it than her so far, but she was improving nonetheless.

 As she waited for a responds, she began to strip down to her work out clothing; she removed her heavy jacket and thick sweater, revealing a fairly form fitting linen shirt, with it's sleeves cut off at the shoulders. Before she came to the college she had what her family called "Farmer Arms"; tan and muscular arms with bits of fat to show that she was no stranger to hard work or to eating lots of food. But now she had what she has the displeasure to call "Warrior Arms"; fairly large (For a woman her size) muscles on her upper and lower arms, hard and chiseled due to her change in diet which cut back on fatty meats and sugars. Her hands were covered in callouses and small cuts from her training and hard work, which she felt self-conscience about. They weren't very pretty to look at, and looked like man hands. But at the same time, she could lift an eighty pound barrel of ale and hurl it over the college walls, so she figured it was a fair deal to loose a bit of her physical femininity for strength. As she did some stretches, her shirt outlined what her torso was like. Unlike her arms, they weren't muscular and in fact a bit pudgy. She had quite noticeable love-handles and her stomach rounded out, though she was hardly what would pass as "Fat". To the touch it's soft and squishy, as one would expect of a pudgy belly. But dig a little deeper and soon you'd hit something solid; beneath her pudgy abdominal was still muscle, conditioned to ensure that her upper body could take the strain of the past month's worth of training. Overall, Annabeth had become more plump in appearance during her time at the college, with it's own benefits and flaws.