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by Cirrus was busy snuffling at a bird's nest again, his snout stuck high up into the tree's foliage as he stood there leaning against the trees, making all those weird sniffling sounds like he expected to get a snack out of the nest. No birds, as far as Stella could sense, were there, though perhaps some had migrated south for the winter. That'd be weird in such warm weather, but maybe Dionysus's control of the weather didn't extend to fully altering the seasons.
She was sitting down against another tree about six yards away by the creek, flipping idly through a hardcover book about zoology that her mother had sent her from home -- the reason why, perhaps she'd never know. Perhaps her mother, bless her heart, had thought camp's education system was lacking -- which was pretty damned true to the daughter of Ouranos owing to the clear lack of common sense from the demigods. She didn't mind the little illustrations of animals on some of the pages though, with their various anatomical parts labelled and a picture comparison of the actual thing -- mostly birds from South America as far she had bothered to flip. Birds were always fairly nice, but Stella didn't much like to read.
So she tossed it to the side and let it land with a thud on a tree root, glancing back over at Cirrus as he lumbered over and settled down beside her, tail wagging as he looked at her. Stella patted his manhole-sized paw idly, muttering to herself, "Don't eat the birds, you."
It had been several days since she had reunited with David, which in retrospect had been a painfully awkward situation for the both of them -- but Stella more so. Certainly, she thought, she had acted like a lovesick fool and messed up more than twice -- mortifying her to her very soul and forcing her to hide out in the woods, trying to figure out how to fix that before it got too bad. She adjusted the sleeve of her cardigan and pulled it up mid-forearm, swearing to herself that whenever the hell they went on a date she'd be sure to yell at him for making fun of her. And she'd need to give the other demititans a piece of her mind for walking in on the duo, because Stella was damned sure they were making fun of her behind her back.
She was sitting down against another tree about six yards away by the creek, flipping idly through a hardcover book about zoology that her mother had sent her from home -- the reason why, perhaps she'd never know. Perhaps her mother, bless her heart, had thought camp's education system was lacking -- which was pretty damned true to the daughter of Ouranos owing to the clear lack of common sense from the demigods. She didn't mind the little illustrations of animals on some of the pages though, with their various anatomical parts labelled and a picture comparison of the actual thing -- mostly birds from South America as far she had bothered to flip. Birds were always fairly nice, but Stella didn't much like to read.
So she tossed it to the side and let it land with a thud on a tree root, glancing back over at Cirrus as he lumbered over and settled down beside her, tail wagging as he looked at her. Stella patted his manhole-sized paw idly, muttering to herself, "Don't eat the birds, you."
It had been several days since she had reunited with David, which in retrospect had been a painfully awkward situation for the both of them -- but Stella more so. Certainly, she thought, she had acted like a lovesick fool and messed up more than twice -- mortifying her to her very soul and forcing her to hide out in the woods, trying to figure out how to fix that before it got too bad. She adjusted the sleeve of her cardigan and pulled it up mid-forearm, swearing to herself that whenever the hell they went on a date she'd be sure to yell at him for making fun of her. And she'd need to give the other demititans a piece of her mind for walking in on the duo, because Stella was damned sure they were making fun of her behind her back.
