Lilliana was in the cave. The dampened walls and muggy air closing in on her. Gods.... she though. Were was the sun in this place? The flowers? The color? On the bright side there was a fire in the middle of the earthen floor. On the downside, there was about ten Dracaena and 4 fully grown Cyclopes in the cave with them. While communicating in grunts and hisses, Lil was pretty sure that they were deciding which seasoning to sprinkle on there skin. Bonded by ropes at both her wrists and ankles bounded by rope, Lilliana struggled to free herself. Unfortunately, that meant rope burn. Her black combat boots were nice... preparing her to run. Her orange CHB t-chirt and shorts covered with grit and grime. Her hair was a mess. She had left it in its usual free fall, causing it to be tangled and filled with twigs, leaves and other various objects. She knew there were other demi-gods in the cave with her, but she dared not to speak to them, no matter how friendly she was.
Aria grunted. Dear goodness. She had almost been killed by a dracaena when she was a small child. Stupid ice-cream offering b*tch. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a high-set ponytail, thank the gods. Her CHB t-shirt was torn and splattered with dirt, her arms covered with scratches. Luckily, she was wearing jeans and regular tennis-shoes, leaving room for hardly any injury there. Her grey eyes were more stormy that usual, giving the sense that she was brewing up a plan in the Athena brain of hers. She did not struggle against her bonds, knowing what affect it would have.
Aria grunted. Dear goodness. She had almost been killed by a dracaena when she was a small child. Stupid ice-cream offering b*tch. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a high-set ponytail, thank the gods. Her CHB t-shirt was torn and splattered with dirt, her arms covered with scratches. Luckily, she was wearing jeans and regular tennis-shoes, leaving room for hardly any injury there. Her grey eyes were more stormy that usual, giving the sense that she was brewing up a plan in the Athena brain of hers. She did not struggle against her bonds, knowing what affect it would have.