Sam's Bunk

Sam sat cross legged on her bunk, which was in the back corner of the cabin, away from all the noise. She was writing carefully in her journal, the pen scratching lightly against the paper as she wrote down her musings. It was hard to concentrate with the noise in the background, siblings talking about all sorts of things, mainly pranks and thefts.

The demigod looked up from her journal, sure she heard someone coming near her. The cabin wasn't full all the time like it had been before the Titan War, when undeclared were shoved in the cabin as well. Now with just her siblings, people didn't wander near the back as much. That's why she liked it there.

Today, Russ decided to get away from all the talking by his brothers and sisters about unpleasant subjects and retreated to the corner of the Cabin, where he landed on an unoccupied bunk.

In the aftermath of the Titan War, Russ was grateful of Percy Jackson. The guy had the gods vowed on the Styx to claim all of their children and create minor gods cabins. Since then, everyone stuffed into the Hermes cabin were released and had a cabin of their parents.

That was beneficial for everyone, including the children of Hermes. Landing on the bunk, he suddenly found himself sitting cross-legged opposite a sister of his. She looked shorter than him, but sometimes sizes just don't determine someone. She scribbled lightly on her piece of paper, whatever it was, Russ didn't need to stick his nose into. He decided to get into the classic introduction.

"Heyy..."