It was a cool day for Camp Jupiter, but Leandra would have been sweating instead of shivering if it weren't for the rain. Two hours of intense drilling, mostly sword and shield drills, were held on the Field of Mars, undaunted by a little precipitous weather. She kept herself moving, bouncing on her toes as the cohort was dismissed. She took her helmet off, running a hand over her frizzy helmet hair as she looked over to Gunther, who didn't seem quite as perturbed about the cold weather. Maybe it was his thicker German blood, they had cold winters in Germany, didn't they? "Beautiful day for drills, eh? At least that's what the Centurions think. I think my armor is going to rust onto me." She said, shaking her head as she put the helmet back on mainly just to protect her head from the rain.
Ever since August she had been a lot more quiet than she normally had been. Which was saying something for the daughter of Angerona. Since Solstice, though, she had a motivation to talk to people. Well, to people she trusted. And of all the people in camp, the two highest on that list were Tiberia and Gunther. "You got a moment, Gunther?"
Ever since August she had been a lot more quiet than she normally had been. Which was saying something for the daughter of Angerona. Since Solstice, though, she had a motivation to talk to people. Well, to people she trusted. And of all the people in camp, the two highest on that list were Tiberia and Gunther. "You got a moment, Gunther?"