OOC: It's her role-play example which I used for her form, just edited a bit. I hope you don't mind.
Aliana stood near the pine tree. Her large eyes taking in the surroundings. She had sent the satyr away pleading for some time alone. Is this real? She thought and pinched herself. It was real of course. She had said goodbye to her old life and that was hard for her, not that she loved it too much. But could this be possible? Her real father was no one but the Greek god of wine? It was hard for her to believe that, but she knew it was the truth. She did not really ever have wanted to meet her real father, but the satyr had said that he was the director of this Camp. He was there, so near to her. But her father does not care about her. He does not think of her as his daughter. Or does he? No he does not- Aliana thought.
Monsters. She was here to learn how to fight monsters and not to have a reunion with her father. Involuntarily she thought of the day the satyr - who was a normal friend of hers at that time- had told her about her being a demigod.
They were at the park near their school when he had asked, “Aliana? Do you know who your real father is?” Anger had flared up inside Aliana on the mention of her real father.
She had just replied in a flat voice “No. I do not know who my real father is.”
“Well...” The satyr had started in a nervous voice. “Umm do you know that-”
“Look I do not want to talk about him” Aliana had said in a raised voice.
And then the satyr had told her truth, about her father. Aliana took a deep breath trying to prepare herself, it was a lot to take in at once.
Aliana stood near the pine tree. Her large eyes taking in the surroundings. She had sent the satyr away pleading for some time alone. Is this real? She thought and pinched herself. It was real of course. She had said goodbye to her old life and that was hard for her, not that she loved it too much. But could this be possible? Her real father was no one but the Greek god of wine? It was hard for her to believe that, but she knew it was the truth. She did not really ever have wanted to meet her real father, but the satyr had said that he was the director of this Camp. He was there, so near to her. But her father does not care about her. He does not think of her as his daughter. Or does he? No he does not- Aliana thought.
Monsters. She was here to learn how to fight monsters and not to have a reunion with her father. Involuntarily she thought of the day the satyr - who was a normal friend of hers at that time- had told her about her being a demigod.
They were at the park near their school when he had asked, “Aliana? Do you know who your real father is?” Anger had flared up inside Aliana on the mention of her real father.
She had just replied in a flat voice “No. I do not know who my real father is.”
“Well...” The satyr had started in a nervous voice. “Umm do you know that-”
“Look I do not want to talk about him” Aliana had said in a raised voice.
And then the satyr had told her truth, about her father. Aliana took a deep breath trying to prepare herself, it was a lot to take in at once.