Half-Blood-Hill and Thalia's pine tree.

The sun on my arms and back was hot, causing a film of sweat to coat my forehead. I was carrying a basket of meat from the kitchen to feed Peleus on his tree, and had to slap flies away every few seconds; their buzzing got on my nerves.
My long dark hair was falling down to my hips in unruly streaks, reflecting the sunlight with reddish highlights; two strands were braided, the rest fell freely down my back. It was really hot right now, and the fact I was wearing dark clothes wasn't exactly helping to keep the warmth away. I had a black shirt printed with a detailed white Sigillum Dei and black denim shorts with a metal-studded punk belt and fingerless gloves. I had a fine, celtic tattoo just under my left eye, and another one on my arms, both spinning and pulsing with my heart beat, moving on my skin like snakes. I had colored my eyes in poison green today, with an inner circle of yellowish-ochre; yeehaw for Mist manipulation. The fact I used the Mist for my appearance was not to seem beautiful or intimidating, or just to boast. I had just some difficulties swallowing all this. The Greek mythology is real. I am a demigod child of Hecate, goddess of magic. If I manipulated the Mist so often, it was merely to check it was real, to remind myself this was not a huge hoax. Other kids were totally chill about this, but I was not. On the other hand, after what had happened on my Quest, it was all a bit much to swallow.

I reached the top of Half-Blood hill, the Golden Fleece shining in the sunlight like molten gold. Peleus was wrapped around the tree, thick smoke rising from his nostrils as he purred in the sunlight, his well-kept scales gleaming. I could feel the power of the Fleece as if it was some kind of sixth sense, it often happened around magical objects, and this one was incredibly powerful.

Peleus had smelled the meat because his head perked up and looked at me.

"Hello there, mein Schöner," I smiled and scratched him under the chin, causing him to close his eyes happily, his purr vibrating up to my shoulder. Putting the basket next to me, I threw the first peace of meat at him, which he caught immediately, his strong jaws closing around it. Lou Ellen told me the first rule was: never feed a dragon from your hand. Well, duh.

I threw the second large piece of meat, right then, a small dog ran past me, heading directly for Thalia's pine tree and hopping from branch to branch. Shielding my eyes with my hand, I looked up to see a guy sitting on one of the top branches.
I waved briefly before throwing the third piece of meat.

OOC: Cato somehow totally reminds me of Danger...

BIC:"I heard some german there." a voice said next to me and I gave a start; he was the guy I had seen on Thalia's pine tree. How he had made out down here so quickly, I had no idea. He extended his hand towards me. "I'm Jay. I'm guessing you're german? If you are, great, 'cause I am, too."

"Wirklich?" I grinned, clasping his hand in mine. His hand was considerably warmer. "Krass. Ich dachte ich währe die Einzige hier."

"Oh," He began, "And that's Nani, my little companion."

"Aw, she's cute," I said, then watched her gulp down the bone. "Um... well, yeah." Tossing Peleus another chunk of meat, I looked at Jay with my vivid green eyes. "Where are you from, in Germany?"