Horses and Butterflies

William noticed a tear slip on charlottes face. William didn't ask, he somehow knew it was personal, and just furrowed his eyebrows together, wondering why she would cry here. William got past the borders easily, slipping between statues with his horse Clover and trying his best to stop the horse from whining about. He fed Clover some more baby carrots, and he shut up.

He had done it! He was out of Camp! His eyes lit up with enthusiasm as he galloped into the wind, almost feeling like something in him had been released. He wanted to yell, but didn't, knowing that even though he was out of Camp, the border gods would still be able to hear him easily. He galloped further, eventually coming across a small river, and he smiled, as he got off of his horse. It was only around 11 in the morning or so, maybe 12:30. He and Charlotte had plenty of time to have as much fun as they possibly could. He patted Clovers back, and ruffled his mane lovingly. "Good boooy." He cooed. William sat down on a rock nearby the small lake, and fiddled with his dagger a bit.

"Maybe go swimming?" Will asked, taking off his clothes, until he was standing in his boxershorts. He grinned as he flung some swimming trunks. out from hin t-shirt pocket, and grinned. He already had this in mind, and he had wanted to go swimming anyway. He dissapeared behind some rocks, and came back out, just in his swimming trunks. He didn't mind being shirtless infront of a girl, he knew himself he looked great, with his abs and strong arm and leg muscles, and he didn't mind bragging about it once in a while. "So...you coming in, Barbie?" He asked, letting a soft wink slip.