Dove had spent the afternoon training and practicing archery while Ash had watched, and she and the satyr arrived to dinner together. He had a hand around her shoulder, and she was leaning against him a little since her muscles were sore. They spotted Wendi and moved in her direction.
Dove sat down next to her friend, but Ash was the one to speak first, being the more bubbly and outgoing of the two. “Hey Wendi! How are you doing?” He was not really aware of what occurred that morning, only that some Mist had been stirred up for whatever reason. Dove, meanwhile, offered her a small wave and smile.
The dinner bell rang as the sun began to set. Children began to slowly file in. The Apollo campers were chattering about the performance they were putting on at the Amphitheater after dinner. Ares and Athena campers were both strategizing about how to win the capture the flag tournament while simultaneously, glaring at the other cabin. Each cabin was always placed on opposite sides, to make the game fair. No one would win against them if those two were on the same team. It would be the only time the cabins would stop fighting if only to win the game. They took camp games a bit too seriously. The Hermes children were discussing their next pranks. Most of the Hephaestus children were nowhere to be seen, many of them working through meal times. Though they would always sneak in food after hours. Aphrodite campers were talking about a certain sibling of theirs that was missing, last seen on the beach with a certain Hephaestus camper. They were discussing bets among themselves about how long it would take for them to become a couple, not that they would let either of them know they were betting on them.
Chiron had long stopped enforcing for campers to sit at their designated tables. Since expanding the camp to all children of the gods, not just the main twelve gods, it had become too crowded and too much of a hassle to attempt to keep them separated. Even with the camp thinning out due to school starting, it wouldn't be fair to try to enforce the rule. So campers sat among themselves, gossiping and talking about whoever they wished. Chiron and Dionysus sat at the head of the mess, watching over the children, and the god of wine missing his wine, as he sipped on his goblet on juiced.
(Lol poor Mr D)
Adin had eventually made it to the dinning hall, moving to grab a plate of food and a cup of juice as he still moved to sit with most of the hermes kids since most of the friends he had came from his siblings. Reason being well…most campers didn't like all the pranks that he pulled on them even though he found them down right hilarious.
Though another reason was because he didn't want people getting too close to him only for him to loose them again.
He wouldn't let it happen.
Some of his siblings knew about what happened and why he was like that, but they knew to keep quiet about it.
He sat down next to his siblings and moved to laugh along with some prank ideas, along with suggesting his own with a mouthful of food.
Wendi smiled and waved back at Dove. She was glad she hadn't made Dove feel so bad that Dove wasn't going to sit next to Wendi. She glanced over at Ash and gave him a tired smile as she let out a little sigh, "I'm fine. A bit tired, but I'm fine. How about you two?"
“Not too bad myself,” Ash bleated, grabbing a napkin and beginning to nibble on it. Dove, meanwhile, watched Wendi carefully, her eyes slightly wary despite her smile. Then she seemed to relax.
“Just tired, honestly,” she chuckled. “Just tired.”
“Yeah, she was training all afternoon,” Ash remarked, and he rubbed her back. Dove sighed appreciatively before telling her cup to fill with sweet tea and grabbing a few food items to put on her plate.
He chuckled pulling his hand away as she slapped it away.
"Sure, that's exactly how it is." He tried to stay serious but he couldn't take an amused expression off his face while talking to her.
He then tilted his head at her as she spoke about all her siblings talking about him being attractive.
"…what? No- seriously?" He didn't seem to understand that people actually found him attractive. Though he did blush a little bit at the fact that she found him attractive, he did Try to smoother the blush on his face so it wouldn't be as obvious.
“Not too bad myself,” Ash bleated, grabbing a napkin and beginning to nibble on it. Dove, meanwhile, watched Wendi carefully, her eyes slightly wary despite her smile. Then she seemed to relax.
“Just tired, honestly,” she chuckled. “Just tired.”
“Yeah, she was training all afternoon,” Ash remarked, and he rubbed her back. Dove sighed appreciatively before telling her cup to fill with sweet tea and grabbing a few food items to put on her plate.
Wendi felt her smile grow on her face. She was glad Dove seemed to be relaxed after Wendi made the initial response. Wendi reached out as well and began to put a bit of food on her plate. She wasn't super hungry at the moment but it felt wrong to not eat in the dining pavilion. She nodded along to Ash's comments, "What, what were you working on Dove?"
Amelia flipped him the finger, for making fun of her height. She thought there was nothing wrong with her height, she could probably do with another inch or two, to give her that model look, but she looked well enough at what she was at.
"Yes, seriously. You should really look in the mirror." Amelia shook her head at him. She bent at the hips, her backside towards him, as she grabbed her towel and things. She pulled on a swimsuit cover. "Come on. The dinner bell rang. If we tale too long, all the good seats will be taken."
Cole and Markus walked into the dining area, sitting at a table away from most people. Cole wanted to socialize, but didn't want to leave his twin alone. Markus had a glass of water, preferring that over any carbonated drink. Cole had a glass of pink lemonade, the liquid the same color as his hair.
"Mark, I am going to dye your hair again" Cole said glaring at Markus' hair.
"No, you are getting nowhere near my hair"
"I will get the Hermes cabin to help me"
"Just because you have a fascination with pink, doesn't mean you can make me do that again." He said again, because a few years earlier Cole had convinced his twin to dye his hair pink also, something Markus hated.
"you look good with pink" Cole pouted.
"You look stupid with pink" Markus shrugged with a small smirk, he put his earbuds back in, listening to nothing, as he didn't have a device to listen on.
(here is a starter of sorts for my twins)
Nicolas narrowed his eyes as two twins sat at his table. Sure it was the only table where he was the only one sitting at, but there were other tables the twins could have sat at. He pursed his lips and lowered his head to his food, trying to block out the sounds of twins. It was a bit hard, with their loud bickering. It confused him why anyone would want to dye their hair pink. It was such an obnoxious color. He stabbed his fork aggressively against his plate, as the two twins continued to irritate him. He had given up all notions of subtly and opted for full-on glaring at the two.
(hey, just wanted to apologize for just disappearing. I've been busy with school and with family business. I'll try to put up a response later today, or early in the morning.)
Amelia flipped him the finger, for making fun of her height. She thought there was nothing wrong with her height, she could probably do with another inch or two, to give her that model look, but she looked well enough at what she was at.
"Yes, seriously. You should really look in the mirror." Amelia shook her head at him. She bent at the hips, her backside towards him, as she grabbed her towel and things. She pulled on a swimsuit cover. "Come on. The dinner bell rang. If we tale too long, all the good seats will be taken."
"Alright alright I get it, your not short." He totally didn't wink when he said that, still teasing her lightly about it. He didn't have many short jokes left though if he had more he would be using them.
He rolled his eyes, "I doubt it, but hey, if the great descendent of aphrodite says so then I'm sure it must be true."
He spoke in a mostly mockingly tone as he walked out of the water and over to grab his towel, he moved to shake it free of sand before using it to dry off his hair.
He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, though since he's still wet it just showed his defined chest.
He put the towel around his neck as he moved to walk towards the dinning hall.
"And who's fault is that?"
“Not too bad myself,” Ash bleated, grabbing a napkin and beginning to nibble on it. Dove, meanwhile, watched Wendi carefully, her eyes slightly wary despite her smile. Then she seemed to relax.
“Just tired, honestly,” she chuckled. “Just tired.”
“Yeah, she was training all afternoon,” Ash remarked, and he rubbed her back. Dove sighed appreciatively before telling her cup to fill with sweet tea and grabbing a few food items to put on her plate.
Wendi felt her smile grow on her face. She was glad Dove seemed to be relaxed after Wendi made the initial response. Wendi reached out as well and began to put a bit of food on her plate. She wasn't super hungry at the moment but it felt wrong to not eat in the dining pavilion. She nodded along to Ash's comments, "What, what were you working on Dove?"
“Just some basic training exercises at first, and then archery practice. A couple of the other Apollo kids had decided to do these archery duels, I guess.” Dove shook her head and chuckled. “They kind of forced me into it, said the exercise would help with emotional regulation? I just feel lucky that I didn’t get an arrow in me.”
"I mean, being shot at would help you regulate your fear I guess," Wendi let out a quiet laugh with Dove as Wendi heard about Dove's experience. She was glad that after she had upset Dove the other managed to have an okay day, "And if one of your siblings, the children of Apollo, shot an arrow into you. I would have to have some words with them."
Aviv hovered just outside the pavilion entrance, wary of going inside. They were hungry, but not really interested in eating with the Greeks. Usually, he would just take some food for himself and leave, and let Noah decide if he wanted to come with them or try eating with the Hypnos kids.
He just adjusted their glasses, still nervous to enter. They didn’t realize that Amelia and Wynn were approaching the pavilion.
Amelia scoffed. "You're the one that's holding us up. If we have to sit with some weirdos I'm teaming up with Hermes campers to curse your wardrobe sp that whatever you put on always turns pink."
She didn't have to wait for him. Actually, there was no reason for her to wait for him. They weren't friends. They didn't even like each other. She could've left the moment the bell sounded for dinner. Yet here she was, waiting for him to hurry up. She put her hand on her hip, cocking it to the side. While waiting for him to dry, she took the time to subtly check him out. Or at least she tried to be subtle. She was normally really good at this subtly, flippant life. But anytime Wynn was involved, he always got her all worked up and flustered.
(hey, just wanted to apologize for just disappearing. I've been busy with school and with family business. I'll try to put up a response later today, or early in the morning.)
(You're fine. I totally understand)
“I would too,” Ash nodded.
Dove smiled. “I expect no less from you two. Although, if I did get shot, I’m pretty sure it would be because I was being stupid, not because my siblings were trying to shoot me.”
He rolled his eyes,
"Nobody said you had to wait for me." He his arms as he looked at her as they were walking towards the dinning hall.
He did infact notice her checking him out earlier and frankly, it was a welcome surprise. Though he doubted he would ever win her over with just Looks, not exactly like he wanted too.
Just a passing thought.
She was beautiful, but he wasn't shallow to just go for Looks.
"Also don't you dare make all my closest pink, it would be too attractive and you wouldn't be able to look away." He joked, playing on how she said he was attractive.
Amelia stuck her tongue out at him and shoved her shoulder into him, as if that would do any damage.
Once they crossed over from the sand, she paused for a moment, using Wynns shoulder to keep her upright as she slipped her shoes back on. She righted herself after both shoes were on and continued walking to the mess hall.
"Hmm, you are right. I think you could pull off punk very well. Though, I do see you getting teased mercilessly from your siblings. I don't think many of them do pink." She giggled. "Besides, I might just put pink hair dye in your shampoo. Or I'll dump bottles of glitter all of your things and you'll still be finding glitter years later."
“I would too,” Ash nodded.
Dove smiled. “I expect no less from you two. Although, if I did get shot, I’m pretty sure it would be because I was being stupid, not because my siblings were trying to shoot me.”
"Doesn't matter, I'm still going to trap them in their worst nightmares," Wendi responded with a shrug. It wouldn't be for long, just enough to give them a scare so they wouldn't hurt her friend again.
Nicolas narrowed his eyes as two twins sat at his table. Sure it was the only table where he was the only one sitting at, but there were other tables the twins could have sat at. He pursed his lips and lowered his head to his food, trying to block out the sounds of twins. It was a bit hard, with their loud bickering. It confused him why anyone would want to dye their hair pink. It was such an obnoxious color. He stabbed his fork aggressively against his plate, as the two twins continued to irritate him. He had given up all notions of subtly and opted for full-on glaring at the two.
Cole huffed at Markus and turned to see Nicolas glaring. He smiled "hello,". Markus also saw Nicolas, and facepalmed at his brothers cheerfulness. The guy was straight up glaring at them, and Cole was smiling and trying to start conversation. He was probably annoyed by Coles loud obnoxious voice, at least that's what Markus figured. He himself was rather soft spoken, and had only ever raised his voice very few times in his lfe. Cole went back to talking, " sorry about my twin being a stick in the mud, honestly he should try listening to me instead of the air his headphones bring. He only wears them so people will leave him alone".
“Well, alright then,” she shrugged nervously. “Guess I’ll have to warn them then.”
Once she as satisfied with the food on her plate, Dove got up and went to sacrifice some of it into the pyre in the middle of the pavilion, for the gods. When she was done, she came back and began eating.
Nicolas didn't greet either of them, just stared at them with a deadpanned expression. "Well your brother seems to have the right idea. Perhaps you should follow suit. Not everyone wants to listen to obnoxious voices." He leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. He moved his right arm to pick at his dinner. His appetite had pretty much disappeared. It pretty much came and go. If he didn't eat right when his appetite hit, the moment it went away he wouldn't eat another bite.
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