Broken Wheels and Lyres

Sometimes Kili really got on Killian's nerves. She didn't seem to grasp the concept of what goes around comes around. You would think being a child of Nemesis she would know at least that much. Killian shook his head, trying to forget the passionate argument that they had. hoping that getting some fresh air would help. His outfit was simple, consisting of a plan white t-shirt with black jeans and gray tennis shoes. His hair was combed neatly and he decided to try some new cologne. Jogging down the steps of the black and white cabin, the Greek demigod made his way to the center of the cabins commonly known as the Cabin Courtyards. He enjoyed this spot in camp because it was where all the demigods from different cabins could come and mingle with others. Children from the Hermes cabin could come and speak with a couple of Hecate children or maybe a handful of Demeter's exchanging fertilizing ideas with the Earth gods kids.

After finding an empty bench in front of the Apollo cabin, the son of Nemesis sat down, crossing his right ankle over his left knee cap. Unfortunately he had forgotten his sunglasses so he was unable to sneak glances at attractive male teenagers that walked by. Oh well. He also wished that he had one of his books to read or at least a magazine to scan over to pass the time. Maybe someone would come up and speak to him? It was usually him who came to other people, but perhaps today would be different. The seventeen year old glanced around the courtyard, admiring the statues, the hearth, and the cabins that made up the general meeting place. Exhaling, he decided to get up and go back to his cabin to grab a word puzzle, maybe that might work. Walking in, he walked to the white colored side of the cabin, took his puzzle from underneath his pillow, and walked out again. He headed back to the Apollo bench and started where he left off.

"A eight letter word for excitement..." He clicked his tongue, thinking what word would possibly fit in the boxes. "Oh! 'thrilled'." He said to himself, writing in the word.

Andrew missed Abigail a great deal today in particular today.

Netha had been showing some very tiny small signs of affection lately. They were vary tiny and very wide spread, but they were there. He wondered how proud Abby would have been of the two of them. He loved Netha so dearly. He'd lately begun to see how much he enjoyed her company. He didn't care about the looks she gave or growls she made. At the end of the day, she was his guardian. He had no clue when he next see his sister, who was just as cold as her father, Boreas. But he would wait until she stopped in next. And he would show her just how well Netha was doing.

He'd been taking her out even more often than usual. She wasn't the best with people, but he'd decided, if people couldn't accept Netha, there was no reason to accept them. He stopped in the courtyards in front of the cabins. One of the girls from the Hermes cabin stopped in front of him.

"Hey, Andrew." She said with a wink, holding up a water balloon. Netha made her presence known. "It's for the Aphrodite cabin!" The girl said defensively to Netha, who slightly eased up, and fully eased once Andrew rested his hand on her head.

"Looks good." Andrew said with a smile. "Be careful. The last thing you want is to be smitten by make up." The demigod joked, watching the girl go about her business.

It was then that Andrew heard a voice behind him, doing a crossword puzzle.

"I woulda said 'lemonade' or something." Andrew said, a smile cracked on his face. "I don't know, dude. There's something about pink lemonade that just brings me to life." The son of Apollo half joked. Netha simply sat, staring at the boy, the same judgmental look on her face as always.

As he was working on his puzzle, when he heard a voice come out behind him. Killian slowly turned to look around to see a brown haired, blue eye guy who, he assumed, was a son of Apollo. By his side was a rather large dog that almost seem to look like a wo--wait wolf? The hairs on the back of Killian's neck stood up at the sight of the apex predator. He, the assumed son of Apollo,  was talking to some girl that had came up with a water balloon. The son of Nemesis listened to the conversation, almost smirking at the dialogue between the two.

His attention went back to his crossword. However, when he did so, he heard the guy say something about lemonade. "That could work too." He chuckled, looking up at the guy. He had a habit of biting his lip instead of just blushing. "I personally like strawberry lemonade. It's to die for." He smiled, moving over to one side of the bench, just  in case the guy wanted to sit beside him. "I'm Killian Barathor." He greeted with a smile.