Allison made her way into the cabin courtyard from the Athena cabin. It'd been a while since she had made her way out of the cabin. The morning was surprisingly cold for the time of year, but still nice enough for Allison to sit outside. There was a light fog over the courtyard. She was wearing a dark gray, baggy sweater, with a pair of jean shorts. Allison hadn't bothered to put her contacts in that morning, so she still had glasses on. Her makeup was done lightly, and her hair fell down in his natural curls. Perched on her head was a silver flower crown.
Allison pushed the door of her cabin open. She had a book tucked underneath her arm, and was eating a green apple. Allison made her way quickly to the center of the courtyard, and sat down cross-legged on the ground. The sun was just starting to rise over the tree line, breaking through the fog, reflecting golden off of Allison's hair. Allison opened her book and was immediately engrossed in the story, subconsciously eating her apple.