Killing Homesickness [PRIVATE]

Celine was seated on an isolated side of the courtyard, rubbing a drachma between her thumb and indicator fingers. In the lack of a fountain, she would use a cup of water. She was sure that would work, but she hesitated anyway. She was suposed to run away and joint the Hunt of Artemis, but her stupid memories wouldn't allow her. She just wanted to check if Austin were still alive, and then she would leave. Pausing her daydreams, she dropped the drachma inside the cup of water. "I would like to talk to Austin Valley." She said solemly. She was suposed to tell his localization, but she really didn't know.

A cloud swirled. Austin appeared, appearing to be tired, foodless, weak, and shirtless. His jeans were ripped, so they looked like shorts. And he was barefooted. Austin looked hopefully up at the message. "Celine...." he muttered, as if in a dream.

Celine stepped back, unable to recognize him immediately. She thought he was able to take care of himself without her, but she was wrong. She wasn't that important, at least she didn't think so. Her eyes went teary. "W-What?" She murmured weakly, too perplex to control her voice tone.

Austin looked down, interested in a pebble. "Get Mason. He's the only answer."

The message started breaking up.

Celine widened her eyes. It took a lot of psychological stress for her to do that, and then Austin wouldn't talk to her, even in his moribund condition. She wouldn't let him fade away. "WON'T YOU FREAKING EXPLAIN ME? I'LL LET YOU DIE. I'LL LET YOU DIE. I'LL LET YOU DIE." With effort, Celine could use "freaking" instead of the other F word.

Austin pointed at her. "Get Mason." Then, the message disappeared.

Celine left, her cheeks red with fury, and went after Mason.