sibling bonding

It was unusually hot today at the beach. Normally, temperature was controlled and moderated, but Sloan guessed it was an off day for the weather control. She was about to stay in her bunk all day and binge watch Sense8, but half of the Aphrodite was inside escaping the heat and no one wanted to hear Sloan screaming in frustration over the show.

So Sloan went outside, scary she knows. She already knew her girlfriend was at weapons training and, well Sloan doesn't like weapons so she decided to go to the beach. Wearing a floral sundress and a big floppy hat, Sloan walked down the hill of hot sand until she got to  the middle of the beach. She pulled out a pink beach towel and spread it out. She didn't know what she was supposed to do here. Sloan brought several books with her. She pulled down her water bug sunglasses and sat down, pulling out a random book.

Initially, Sloan didn't recognize her brother's voice and was slightly alarmed that a boy was calling her beautiful. She thought she made it clear she was not into guys a long time ago. But she looked up to find her half-brother standing over her. She grinned up at him, "Yep. It's too hot to stay in a heavily perfumed cabin today." She laughed, watching him sit down next to her. Her brother, unlike her, was one of the more suave Aphrodite children. But she liked him just the same. He wasn't a crazy air head, which made him more tolerable than the others.

"What are you doing here?" Sloan asked, all though she probably knew the answer to that. The Aphrodite cabin is not the cabin known for quiet time. It was more of a make-up, hook-up, and break-up place. Sloan didn't want to be there for two of those things, and you can guess the two. But she was excited to see her brother. She rarely sees him. He's probably more social that she was.

Sloan sighed, nodding her head, "I guess so yeah." She sat back on her hands, looking up at the sun. If she didn't have enough freckles, this visit with the sun will leave her with at least 20 more.

"So, um." She started. Sloan didn't know what to say to her sibling. She normally doesn't talk to her siblings, she's very quiet in that bunk. But she can try. "How are things? Any boys or something." Gods how is she even Aphrodite daughter.

She grinned at her brother's comment. Relationships are so cute Sloan could not even take it. The boy toys are cute too and all, but Sloan liked hearing about his...main..boy.

"Sylvie is cute. I mean, we're fine and stuff. It's cue, we're good." She could feel the warmth flush, causing her to cover her cheeks. She sat up, looking away from her brother to allow herself to cool down. After a moment she looked back at him with a grin, "Do you want to do something?"

Sloan smiled, "Thank you." Sloan stood, wiping the sand off of her sundress.

"I have a beach ball somewhere..." She told him. Sloan picked up her beach bag and rummaged through it, pulling out combs, perfume bottles, make-up, basically anything you could think of was in her bag. "We can do whatever you want really, I don't mind."

Just as Sloan reached for the beach ball, her brother pulled her backwards, causing her to drop the ball and for it to roll a few feet a way from them. She heard a low humming from the wings of the robotic wasp, her eyes opened wide, stumbling a bit away from her brother. Sloan has not had her fair of monsters. She does not typically fight, nor she train to fight. She spends most of her time with her girlfriend (wink wonk) or just binge watching television. This wasp thing put her out of her element.

"What should we do?" Sloan asked. Narcissus had his weapon, so Sloan decided that he would know what to do. Sloan never carried her bow and arrows. She wasn't a fighter like her girlfriend, she wasn't strong like her either. "C-Charge it?"

Sloan stumbled through the sand with her brother. She wasn't very good at running on flat land, so sand was even more unpractical. She clutched her bag as she run, trying to search through her bag and run at the same time. When the poison spikes hit, she dove down, burying her head down into the sand.

Beach items spilled out of her bag. She scrambled for the sun screen that was ahead of her. She pressed the button, allowing the spray to cover the wasp.