Aria was sitting cross-legged between Brianna and Juliette, listening to their conversation rather silently. The black-haired girl was wearing a pair of white, slightly ripped jeans as well as a black shirt and a silvery ski jacket that glistened faintly in the fire light. The flames were casting flickering shadows and moving light on her facial features, making her turquoise-blue eyes shine at changing intervals.
Aria's gaze was moving from Hunter to Hunter, following the conversation, while a sphinx-like smile played on her dark lips. For once, her black hair wasn't braided, but fell over her right shoulder, the strains slightly creased at the end, getting strangely blue highlights in the fire light.
Earth covered her army boots as she slightly moved her feet in order to have a more comfortable cross-legged sitting position, and took a sharpening stone, starting to sharpen one of her two long silver hunting knives.
Soon, Nymeria, Aria's she-wolf, came up and lied down behind her mistress; the daughter of Apollo absent-mindedly scratched her silvery ears and white-and-grey head, putting her sharpening stone down.
As she gazed around the Hunters gathered around the fire pit, all of their silvery aura glistening faintly like moonlight, Aria realized she was the oldest here - and by far. All of the Hunters here were born in the late twentieth century, while she was born in 1701. She had been a Hunter for a wee bit more than three centuries now, and if she had been given the choice again, Hunt or Camp, she would choose the same.
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