we are slythryn... or not. (private)

Flora was... how do you put it, sad, annoyed, wished that she had somehow not traveled across the country to come to some camp for weird kids, who had dumb powers, and really unfun lives. Clutching her knife with her good hand she sighed, and knelt on the ground, laying her cheek against the cold earthen soil, why... Why mom... If Demeter was actually her mother, why had she been born, why was she there... Why in the world would anyone want to be damned to the life of fear of monsters... and quests, and gods being real.
The waif of a girl pushed herself to her feet, and plucked the small flower that had grown from the earth in the few short minutes she had leaned her ear against the ground, as if hoping that it would speak to her. How crazy was that?

Mom... whoever you are, why?! Her dad had said that she was beautiful... and loved flowers, and gardening, and agriculture, whatever that word meant. Pulling her dark lips together in a thin almost white line, the Native American, African American girl gulped back a sudden urge to cry, why was she here... why couldn't she go back to her simple life of... being a normal just 12 year old... she had turned twelve almost 16 days ago, way to go birthday present of becoming a freak!
Thanks nature, that was totally not fun, or expected.

"Why?" She asked the flower, then felt annoyed that she had spoken to a flower, and cast it away, tripping as she did so, and sprawling on the ground. Ughhh!

Aidan was walking through the courtyard to get his cabin, number.. Twenty.. Something. Yeah. He still didn't know his cabin number, but his cabin was so uninspired that he didn't care. He supposed it wasn't their fault, since it was the Other Gods Cabin, meaning miscellanious children running around. Might as well have been the Hermes cabin, except these kids were claimed. He always felt bad for the unclaimed ones. He sort of knew what that felt like, as his biological father left and left his wife to raise a child that was not hers. It turned out okay, but he could relate to plenty of the unclaimed children.

He took a moment to look around, and soaked the sun for a second. The sun was so nice. He saw a girl crouched down, growing a flower. He smiled. Demeter kids are so sweet. She then stood and tripped, sprawling out, and then he saw her face. Oh! The new girl!
Aidan ran right over and began to help her up. "Oh goodness, are you okay, sweetheart?!" He asked, his London accent sharp and worried.

The girl winced slightly as she sprawled on her sore arm, and as the young man... or whoever he was. She honestly did not know anyone around here, and so didn't manage to keep any of them straight, she didn't even remember the first person she had met... Mark... or Maine... or Matt. Whatever his name was. "Umm... fine." Flora murmured, cursing her dumb klutziness, ugh, why did she have to fall over at the most awkward of moments. She could out fall something that was designed to fall. Pushing herself up with her good hand, the one that wasn't injured by some midnight skirmish or whatever.

"But thanks." She dropped the flower, it wouldn't give her answers, no one, not even a god could give her her answers, though she was still very skeptical about this whole thing... maybe it was a reality tv show.. and a prank?! She had never watched tv, however even in her small town, or city, she had heard of it, though not really wanted to watch it. Her eyes strayed around as if searching for camera's. "I'm Flora by the way." She added, not really feeling like sticking out a hand to say hello, as she severely disliked having confrontation with other people, or just conversations in general.

Brushing dirt off her jeans she grimaced as she had yet again forgotten that she had a sore wrist. Ugh. "And you?.." She was not at all good with talking, why was she doing it again? She'd rather just curl up in a ball in the middle of the woods, surrounded by peaceful sounds, like running water, birds chirping... happy things. Not, whatever this was.