Random meadow!

Ashton looked at the ground and shook her head. "I haven't seen or heard from her in months.." she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Trey was further saddened. "I heard a rumor that she left camp."

Ashton sighed. "I heard that too...I hope she's okay wherever she is..."

Trey sighed, "Me too," He agreed, "Either that, or she's down with Mum and Dad."

Ash rolled her eyes. "Gee bet she's having fun there if she's with them" she mumbled. "I don't get why she would just leave us..."

Trey sighed, "People do crazy things." He replied.

Ash blew her hair out of her eyes. "People do careless things."

Trey nodded, looking at his arms, he quickly pulled his hoodie's sleeves down. He was trying to cover the scars he had from cutting his wrists and forearms.

Ashton noticed the scars before he could hide them. "Care to explain...?" she asked motioning down towards his arms.

Trey looked down at his shoes silently thinking of a response but came up with nothing. He drew a deep breath in but nothing came out, he sighed.

Ashton sighed as well. "Look I know they're self-inflicted, I'm not mad at you, I just want to know why..." she said looking down at her hands.

"I thought everyone I have ever cared about had left me, you, Lai, Dad, and Mom, I thought you were all dead, and I was on my own forever." I explain.

Ashon nodded once, blinking back tears. She enveloped her brother into a hug. "I'm so sorry Trey..." she whispered softy, her voice barely audible.

Tears stream from his eyes as he pushed his sister away, he started walking away. He cried silently as he walked away, hoping she'd stop him.

OOC: Aaaah, short posts :D

BIC: Lee was just splashing around in the stream, her toes brushing the slippery forms of the riverbed's stones, moving her arms in circles to keep her head out of the water. Her short black hair stuck to her Amerindian features, which included the upturned eyebrows, sarcastic smile and pointed nose of the Hermes children. Lee was wearing nothing but an olive bikini, slightly old, which revealed her skinny body, hiding her flat chest; she had very little curves. The tattoo on her back was spinning and pulsing with her heart beat, moving on her dark skin, as a silhouette came out from between two trees with a.... hellhound?

"Wow, crazy, is that hellhound yours?" she called. Perhaps she could steal it.