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Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*
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Nov 23, 2010 10:03PM
Vienna nodded. "Yes, normally. I just can't stand the silence."
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"I do. It helps me think," she twirled a finger in her hair. She saw a spider crawling on her hand and screamed.
Vienna plucked the spider off gentle and tossed it away. "Athena, I'm guessing?"
Lindsay nodded, her purple eyes wide with fear.
Vienna smiled. "Don't worry, it's not going to murder you now."
"T-thank you," she whismpered, shuddering slightly.
Vienna nodded. "Any time."
Lindsay sighed, and warily sat down. She hugged her knees, and rested her chin on her knees.
Vienna pulled her hat tighter down on top of her head.
"That's a nice hat you've got there," Lindsay commented, admiring the hat.
Vienna smiled. "Thanks, I've had it for quite some time."
"Who gave it to you?" Lindsay asked her, touching the hat tentatively.
"Father," Vienna replied with a smile. "A few years before I left."
"Oh. Who is your godly-parent?" She asked, she seemed so full of questions.
"Hebe," Vienna answered, not minding all of the questions.
"Oh!" Lindsay said. She didn't knew where to go with the conversation.
Vienna shivered against the wind and smiled, though she remained silent
Lindsay pulled out a grass, and started to weave it. "Where does your father live?" She asked.
"Helena, Montana," Vienna replied. "Weblove the cold."
"I see. How do you love the cold? I hate it!" She shuddered.
Vienna shrugged. "We just always have."
Lindsay raised her eyebrows, but didn't argue with her. "Woukd you live in antarctica?"
Vienna smirked and shook her head. "No, because that's below freezing."
"You said you liked the cold," she pointed out to her.
"Relative cold."
"Ah." Lindsay murmered, weaving the grass into a bracelet.
"Yes, anything below freezing is as awful as it should be."
"well how much heat can you stand?"
Jasmine quietly strode around the fields, practicing her nature-magic as usual. She was trying to make a particular sunflower get larger, but it was already as tall as her where her knees were.
Avery ran, quickly, her long limbs carrying her far. She slowed to a stop when she entered the fields and spotted Jasmine, walking up next to her and breathing hard fom the run.
Jasmine pulled her attention away from the growing plant, though her hand hovered over it encouragingly. "Hi Avery," she greeted, with a ghost of a smile.
Avery, bent over as she was catching her breath, stood up and flipped her hair out of her eyes. "Hi," she breathed with a huff.
"Out for a jog?" Jasmine asked, half jokeful as she studied Avery.
Avery smirked. "I wish." She shrugged. "The fields are far away from Cabin Eight."
"Cabin Eight?" Jasmine found the words coming out of her mouth before she realized it. Her demeanor didn't change visibly, but her gaze went back down to her sunflower. "When did you move in?" she asked quietly. You should have seen it coming, Jasmine. Nothing can last forever, especially around you.
"Today, like two minutes ago. Because... Well, I'm sure Evander'll tell you eventually."
Jasmine thought about this, then looked back up at Avery. "Not to sound like a demanding b*tch," she began carefully. "But I'd rather hear it from you."
Avery sighed. "Well, you know how Evander is. He gets pissed if you don't tell him something." She squirmed uncomfortably.
A light in Jasmine's eye glinted and then went out, and she shook her head. "Say no more. I hope you like the Artemis cabin. Kill me a monster, will you?" she asked in attempt to lighten the mood. Who was she kidding? Nothing ever went right. She was getting her hopes up just for them to come crashing down, as always.
Avery smiled. "I'll try my best. Meanwhile, you need to give Evander a good old punch in the face for me."
"I would, but I have no fighting skills. Maybe I can get this sunflower to strangle him," Jasmine suggested dryly. The bright yellow petals of the flower now brushed her waist, feeding on her nature-magic.
She raised her eyebrows with a grin. "That'd do. Or I could simply teach you to punch and fight."
"I can't fight, Avery," Jasmine said with a wave of her hand, accidentally sending the flower coiling around her waist. "It's like trying to get an Aphrodite to fight."
Avery shrugged. "Anyone can. You just have to find what you're pod at."
((Good? o.O))
"I can't fight with weapons," Jasmine began. "Like dagger fighting? Not my thing. Dagger throwing? I can do that. I can do hand-to-hand combat pretty well, though."
"I can't fight with weapons," Jasmine began. "Like dagger fighting? Not my thing. Dagger throwing? I can do that. I can do hand-to-hand combat pretty well, though."
((yeah sowwie, stupid iPod.))"So train with that more often."
Jasmine shrugged. "I don't really need to train in fighting all that much. I'm as good as I'll ever get."
"Are you sure about that?"
"I see no need for me to fight," Jasmine replied calmly. "I've never needed the skill before, except to train."
Avery shrugged. "Suit yourself. We'll put it like this- do you want even a slim chance of surviving Evander for the rest of your life?"
