Calling all Demigods! discussion

Rubbing Lucas' taut shoulder with a firm hand, Myra shrugged. "You can't choose your parents. You can, however, choose your friends." She smiled warmly at Lucas.

Lucas returned the smile, and opened his mouth to say something, when something nudged the back of his head. "Oww, what the-?" He turned to look, right into the hazel brown eyes of his pegasus. "Now you want to fly."

Myra tilted her neck back so she was staring into the upside-down face of the pegasus. "T'as besoin d'une force gentille dans ta vie," she murmured, the subject of her little speech being Cherry, as she got up, dusting herself off.

Lucas stood, shaking his head at the pegasus' impossible antics. "I suppose a quick fly wouldn't hurt," he mused, patting the creature's side. "Hey, Myra, are you walking or flying?" He gestured to the pegasus, waggling his brows suggestively.

"Can she carry two?" Myra said, smiling a bit at Lucas' little eyebrow dance. "I'm awfully heavy, you know."

"Of course I know," Lucas said, voice trailing with a scoff. "And you'd be insulting her if you didn't."

Hard to insult such a beautiful creature.
"Would I insult you?" Myra asked, edging closer to Cherry with a mischevious smile.

"I'm not the one who'd strength you're questioning," Lucas said, turning to look at Cherry, whom shook her head toward Myra, urging her to come forward.

Myra shrugged. "Well. I was wondering if you'd be insulted if I rejected your oh-so-tempting invitation." She mounted the pegasus gracefully, her bare knees gripping the glossy sides of the magnificent creature, and smiled brightly, winnking. "Guess not."

Rolling his eyes playfully, Lucas mounted the pegasus after her. "I hope you're not a nervous flier," he said, watching with anticipation as Cherry's wings unfolded.

"As long as I don't look down," Myra said, wrapping her arms about his waist. "I'll be fine."
Secretly though....


She was terrified.

"Alright," Lucas said with a shrug. Cherry stepped back a few feet, broke into a graceful run, and leapt off the edge of the cliff. "Where ya headin?" Lucas asked over the sound of the wind, maneuvering the trio through the skies.

"I've got nowhere to be," Myra said. She repeated it twice, because she couldn't hear her own voice over the sound of rushing wind, and also her legs had completely jellified.
She couldn't help it; she looked down and almost threw up.

"Alright then," Lucas said, looking back at Myra in time to see her look down. Sh*t. He slowed their pace, bringing Cherry lower to the ground with a few murmurs. "Are you okay?"

"Fine!" Myra answered in a forcedly chipper tone, burying her head against Lucas' back. "Just keep going. Fast. And don't stop."
It's OK, it's OK. You won't fall down fifty thousand feet down into the frigid waters of the ocean. Actually, if you do fall, you probably won't live long enough to feel the water hit you. And water at such a height feels more like stone than water.

"Okay," Lucas answered, amused and worried at the same time. Oh, Myra. The faster it was over, the better, he decided. With a few simple words, they were going a mile a minute. When the pegasus began to slacken it's pace, Lucas steered them toward the stables.

And if the water or lack of air don't kill you, the rocks will. And what about the terrifying monsters that probably haunted the sea?
Trembling, Myra's eyes stayed firmly shut and pressed to Lucas' back, thoughts trailing from different scenarios that all ended with her dying, until the ride was over.

((Stable RP.))

Chaumelle walked along the trail, her hair blowing faintly in the breeze. She sighed. This was something an Aphrodite would never do. She was becoming more and more like her sister every day.

Hooves clopped on the trail as a pepper-coloured pegasus trotted alongside the demure Cullen, whom strolled quietly down the trail.

Chaumelle turned to look at the pegasus, and then lifted her gaze to the boy beside the pegasus.

((He's not riding it, lmao. xD 'Trotted alongside'))

((oh whatever!))

((hehe...))

Cullen glanced sideways at the girl that was looking at him, acknowledging the familiar daughter of Aphrodite with a nod. "Chaumelle," he greeted politely, having spoken to her only a few times.

((i didn't even know he knew her. O_o))
Chaumelle regonized Cullen, only barely. "Cullen," she said slowly. "Where did you manage to find the pegasus, and how did you manage to get it to listen?"

((Cullen's been at camp for awhile, so people should know him, unless, they like, don't leave their cabins. xD))

"This is Steele," Cullen said, patting the stallion lightly on it's side. "I got 'im from the Stables, decided he needed to go for a walk. He's really well-behaved."

((true...))
Chaumelle nodded in understanding. "He's a beauty. Have you ridden him yet?"

"Yeah," Cullen said, amusement lightening his tone as the pegasus gave Chaumelle a curious snort. "I like walking a bit more, but I've ridden hiim a few times."

Chaumelle wrinkled her nose up as the pegasus snorted on her, but she just wiped it off and stroked his muzzle. She smiled. "I didn't know you could ride."

((You don't wipe off a snort, Isobel xD))

((the... the snot stuff that comes out of a snort, I meant.))

((... You're confusing that with a SNEEZE.))

((ah, whatever. same thing. stuff comes out of its nose, ok?))

((THERE ARE NO SNOT. Only...CO2. xD))

((fine. she wipes the CO2 off of her. -_-))

((XD Okies.))
Cullen shrugged. "We don't really talk much," he pointed out. "But I can fly, pretty well."

Chaumelle raised her eyebrows. "Oh, can you?"

"What, is it so hard to believe I can do anything except for pranking?" Cullen asked, arching a brow at her as well. All of camp new what a prankster Cullen was, and he was rarely ever trusted.

Chaumelle grinned. "It's your nature, Cullen. You're not... a hard worker, to put it lightly." She continued stroking the pegasus's muzzle.

"Gee, thanks," Cullen said with a roll of the eyes, though it was all in good-nature. Steele let out a content whinny, shaking his head lightly in thanks for the affection.

Chaumelle smiled at the pegasus and then up at Cullen. "So, what is a non-working boy like you doing helping a pegasus exercise?"

"Whoa, watch it," Cullen warned jokingly. "Steele here is my pal, isn't that right, buddy?" The pegasus grunted, as if it understood, black tail swishing from side-to-side.

Chaumelle smiled. "Yes, and what kind of enchantment have you put on the pegasus to get it to agree with you?" Her words were harsh, but her eyes were warm and a smile was on her face, making it clear that she was joking.

"Ha, ha, very funny," Cullen replied sarcastically. "But I'm not a child of Hecate, so I can't do that."

Chaumelle shrugged. "You pick things up from the people you know. Take our guardian dryad, Liliana, for example. She adopted our vainness and need for perfection."

((I love how it took me about seven minutes to find this topic.))

"True," Cullen agreed simply, watching as Steele began to knead the ground restlessly with black hooves.

Ellie sobbed in a rock near the road.

((was it that hard?))
Chaumelle smiled. "So are you just going to walk the magical flying horse, or are you going to use it's magic-ness and fly it?"

((>.> I was soooo out of it.))

"I can't force him to fly if he doesn't want to," Cullen began, pausing when his spotted Ellie. He gestuered with a nod toward the sobbing girl to show Chaumelle, then wandered over. "Um, are you OK?" he asked the girl tentatively.

Naomi walked along the trail naming a the trees she saw. "Pine, oak, more pine and a mugo pine." she whispered.

The pegasus cantered in. On her back was Ennaline, who had a small smile on her face.