The influx of campers faintly surprised Logan. Had he been mistaken or were the campers here really that friendly? A newcomer always meant new competition in Camp Jupiter and until you earned their respect, you knew a little of animosity beforehand. This was an inclusive and heartening welcome to his arrival, finally dispelling the last of his doubts.
Claire had not what he'd expected of a child of Poseidon, but who really fit their parent's bill? Gideon however, with heavy footfalls announcing his arrival before he'd actually came into sight, could have been identified as a warrior. Build, dexterity, and an air that said he was always ready for a fight marked him before he'd even introduced himself. Logan sized the man up as only one warrior to another would as he came to stand close by. He could see that this was the man to talk to if he wanted to stay at the top of his game. After the tour, Logan had a thought to request a practice match after. Children of the war god were immensely respected in his old camp. It had been longer than Logan cared to admit since he'd last fought someone that could truly test him. Yet even as the group on the hill grew, so did Logan's positive energy. He couldn't have asked for a better first day and he wouldn't have wanted to. Meeting both of his cousins at Camp Half-blood within a few minutes of his coming was a lucky win.
Even with Erin's lukewarm, almost hostile, personality Logan was glad she finally took his offered hand. It was a good sign that she was at least open to getting to know him. Erin's growing unease was apparent as the shadows reached out to her and the air now held a slight chill even though it was summer. He returned her firm grip with one of his own, showing her that he held respect for his cousin. "Hades, eh? Yea, I know a thing or two about the opinions campers can have when they know who your father is. Outsiders like us should stick together." One couldn't help but feel included when speaking to Logan, his friendly atmosphere so sincere.
When she quickly let go and stuffed her hand in her pocket, as if it had been burned, Logan had a strange vibe. The reaction wasn't his doing, of that he was sure, yet it was at the same time. Maybe Erin just didn't like sons of Jupter? Although that seemed unlikely, there wasn't much in the way of siblings if Logan was correct. Maybe she had a problem with gingers? That thought nearly had Logan laughing aloud, the Hades' girl not seeming the specifically prejudiced type. "I admire your satyrs, fauns are a useless lot still. Camp Jupiter had been trying to whip them into shape to act as protectors like their Greek counterparts. It's been... slow-going to say the least."
"Claire was it? It's really an honor to meet a child of the sea god! We don't have many at our camp, unfortunately. I'd love to get to know you later, it seems Erin is keen to get this show going. Unless my guides here don't mind a third hand at helping the newbie?" Logan half asked and stated, with a hint of mirth and a nod. Her French had left him in the dark and he hoped she didn't put it past him. Her accent confused her words for him, but he could tell when someone was being friendly and he never spurned goodwill.
"Hello Gideon, I'd love to stick around and chat, but it seems I'll be leaving to tour the camp shortly. Come find me if you want to have a match, I'm in dire need of the practice." Logan said without aggression, but anticipation. He truly loved battle and its rush. The feeling of just saving your own skin as you watched the tip of a blade swing past your eyes was unparalleled, the warrior felt. Although who this Ky'vie girl to have two separate demigods awaiting her return greatly intrigued him. Why didn't they know when she'd return? He suddenly recalled his first time waiting for his best friend Nolan to get back from his first personal quest. He and Ashley had practically set up tents and bedrolls at the road leading into camp, so filled with worry. Nolan had finally returned, worn and haggard, but wearing a triumphant grin. The memory tinged Logan's face with a bit of a wistful air, which was quickly replaced when he turned his attention back to the present.
He felt infinitely grateful to Syleste, who'd taken care of the introductions for him. Those were always awkward things, no matter how friendly he was, loathing that change in attitude just because of his parentage. Logan didn't feel like it was cool, as Syleste did, but a burden heavier than being chased by monsters because of his scent.
When the pink-haired girl touched his arm and leaned into him, Logan knew that his blush would be visible this time. His ears burned red and the flush slowly traveled to his face, unused to such close contact to a girl.
It had been sometime since he'd felt such a gentle and feminine touch, even as neutral as the gesture was. This was something he'd have to grow to accept. Logan calmed himself and leaned closer to hear Syleste's hushed warning. Sensing her want for discretion, he whispered back, pitched so it would only reach Morpheus' daughter's ear. "I'd never dream of it. Everyone deserves a clean slate and like I said, I know the prejudice that can come being a child of the Big Three. We all have trials and scars that have made us the demigods we are today, brought us here at the same time." Logan raised an eyebrow though, hearing that Erin had gone toe-to-toe with a god in a shouting match. Such disrespect was met with harsh repercussions at Camp Jupiter. "Fate has a funny way of bringing the people that need each other together, whether they know it or not."
He put his hand over Syleste's in a comforting gesture before looking to Erin and the rest that had gathered. "So, time to get going then?" His voice made his excitement painfully obvious.