- Kennedy looked down, a prideful glint in her eyes. The remains of a dummy laid there, hacked up and straw bleeding out of it. She smirked, and picked up the remains. Her daggers had long been in her sheath, but the daughter of Khione loved taking a moment to see the mess she had created. The trash was nearby, thank the gods. As fun as it was, chopping up a dummy was hard work, and cleaning up was even harder. She dumped it in the bin, already seeing a satyr come to carry the receptacle away.
"Poor fools," she thought. Four years in camp meant four years of seeing the goatmen chase after nymphs and do whatever Dionysus demanded them too. It saddened her every once in a while; they never knew how to stand up for themselves. Lost in her thoughts, she accidentally bumped into another person only a little shorter than her. "Excuse me, sorry."
OOC; Sorry for the dorpy title, I couldn't think of anything else. XD