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Nov 08, 2015 08:09AM
Lyra laughed. "I'm sure," she said. "I was blessed by him though."
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"Ah," Lucie said. "That explains a lot."
"So why are you here?" Lyra asked, picking a few more yellow flowers and grass.
"Wandering around. Waiting for pranks to tale effect. Plotting evil doings. Just the usual." She said.
Lyra smiled. "Evil?" she repeated. "What makes them evil?" She looked at her with curious blue-grey eyes.
"Well," Lucie said. "They're not exactly EVIL, I was kind if joking." She explained.
Zedlaz was sitting in the field, back against a tree. Orange leaves slowly fell from the tree and around the son of Aphrodite. His eyes were closed as he took a deep breath, listening to the birds sing. His mom made him notice beauty more than the average person, and the seemingly 'bad boy' kid seemed more like the stereotypical child of Aphrodite, despite his black skinny jeans and his leather jacket.
((Hey sorry for the late response))Ally walked into the field with her book in her hand. When she saw the boy sitting in the field, she waved to him, shyly. Then she sat down on the ground and started reading her book.
Sylvain emerged from the trees and into the grassy field, carrying a basket of both herbs that he picked from different plants in the forest. He smiled a little and walked further into the field before sitting down with his basket.
Sylvain smiled when he saw her playing with the flower. For a few seconds, he watched her before saying, "Hey."
"Is this one of your pastimes?" he asked curiously. Sometimes, he passed by the field, but he could not recall ever seeing her there.
Sylvain nodded and picked a flower quietly. "Do you usually come here?" he asked, glancing up at her.
((Do you mind if we discontinue this roleplay?))
Cynthia strolled through the field in sandals. She watched the birds chirp and sing above her head.
Allison walked into the field. She had on a pair of black high tops, black shorts, and her camp half-blood shirt. Her hair was in a braid down her back.
Cynthia knelt down, the tall grass tickling her bare knees. She stroked a flower that wasn't getting nearly enough sun. The flower instantly began to grow until it's yellow petals poked out above the tall, untaimed grass.
Allison noticed the other girl. "Hey.." She nodded at the girl.
Cynthia turned her head when she heard someone greeting her. She saw a girl dressed in all black other than her camp half-blood shirt. "Hi, I'm Cynthia."
"Allison." Allison smiled at her. "Daughter of Ares.
Cynthia smiled back. "I'm a daughter of Demeter. What brings you to the field Allison?"
"I was bored in my cabin and my brother disappeared." Allison shrugged.
Cynthia laughed. "Which one? You kind of have a cabin full of brothers." She slipped of her sandals and let the soft grass come up in between her toes.
"Biological. He's my twin." Allison sat down in the grass.
"Ohhhhh, that makes more sense." Cynthia said, plopping down in the grass. She laid down and gazed at the clouds. A bone chilling breeze blew from the woods, rustling the grass.
"It's pretty unusual for a god to have twins with a mortal." Cynthia stated, talking more to herself than to Allison.
Cynthia got the vibe that Allison wasn't much of a talker, but she still intended on trying. "So what's your favorite activity at camp?
"Probably capture the flag." Allison said. She laid down in the grass.
"Me too, unless your attacked by a bunch of angry driads. That is NO fun." Cynthia stated, rubbing her shoulder where last capture the flag a driad had hit her with a stick because a camper told her that Cynthia was planning on cutting down her tree.
"That does sound horrible. The driads can be pretty mean." Allison said with a slight smirk.
"Yeah... Especially when a camper from the other team tells them you're planning on cutting down there tree..." Cynthia replied, smiling.
"That honest sounds like something I would do." Allison said. "I'm kind of a jerk during capture the flag..."
"Most of us are. But I kind of deserved it because that very day a sent an army of dryads at the other team.... They usually like me since I respect nature." Cynthia laughed. "I have to admit seeing a bunch of Ares and Hephaestus guys running away screaming from some girls with sticks."
Allison laughed. "That sounds pretty great honestly. I would probably pay to see that."
"Yeah it was awesome. I was immobile for a solid 10 minutes because I was laughing so hard." Cynthia smiled at the memory.
"So what's your story? How'd you end up here?"
"My mom died and me and my brother got put in foster care. After a while our dad showed up and took us to camp."
Cynthia nodded. There were a lot of those kind of stories around camp. "My father died before I was born, so I've been in foster care my whole life. I was lucky, I got foster parents that loved me like I was their own."
"Me and my brother weren't so lucky... We never stayed in a foster home for more than a month and the last foster home we were in was horrible."
"That sucks. How old were you when you got here?"
"I was 11." Cynthia sighed and gazed the clouds for a bit. "So other than attack people with driads what do you like to do?"
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((Is your name a Phineas and Ferb reference?))
((no, but I laughed my butt off when I realized it could be. one of my friends calls me gelatin monster))
"Me too. But I perfer to read in a tree sooo....."
