Meeting

Maeve had wandered aimlessly around camp, bored out of her mind. She had no intrest, it seemed, in anything today. Plus, it didn't help that she was feeling rather depressed lately, which she usually was in winter, although it was sunny here at camp.

She was wearing a red basketball tshirt with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans, and a pair of black Vans. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and her minty green eyes today shined a little dull. Her celestial bronze sword was strapped around her waist as usual.

Somehow, she had made her way into the sword fighting arena after not being able to decide what to do. She had plopped herself down on the ground up again a tree, and was now watching all of the impressive sword fighters.

Brastus was located inside his own almost private spot, which was the gym. He was shirtless and loud workout music could be heard blasting from the stereo. He had just benched pressed several hundred pounds and was covered with sweat completely. After he put down the massive weights, he walked upped to his bottle of water and took a sip of it. He stared at the blue sky and couldn't help to admire it in all of it's splendor. He now leaned against a wall and the clashing of warriors became music to his ears. Of all the places inside camp, he found the gym to be the most private and secure place he knew of. He kept quenching his thirst by drinking the cold, refreshing drink, but decided to call it a day before grabbing a fluffy white towel and wiping his form free of sweat. The tall and tanned guy placed the sweat covered towel on his strong neck and decided to head over to a quick shower. He did however leave most of his possessions inside the gym, including his prized and dear necklace and the music was still playing. As the water ran through the guy, he recalled he left his necklace back at the gym and decided to go get it before a thief stole it. After getting dressed, dried and ready, he set out to the gym in hopes of retrieving his prized item.

Maeve moved her eyes around, looking for something intriguing to make her less bored. She stood up, and wandered about. She was almost certain she could hear loud music, and got up to investigate the sound. It led her to a mostly isolated spot, and a few items sat upon a bench. She sighed; there was nothing here to interest her.

A dummy was set up; she drew her sword, and swung it, cutting at the dummy.