Looking up scrolls (private)

Sawyer was coming out of the library, a pair of parchment scrolls under her arm. She had studied them already a few years ago but needed to have another look for a project she was working on. After having waved bye to the librarian, she took a step outside and opened the first one. Skimming through the ancient Greek notes and the diagrams, she searched for this one thing she vaguely remembered, this one concept. Her eyes narrowed as she resumed walking, side stepping to let a nymph run past, followed by a satyr. Bent Siphon -- nope, that wasn't it. Fountain activated by sunrays -- still not it. Breathing loudly, Sawyer opened another scroll and gazed through the sketches, her large hands handling the brittle paper with delicacy. She was dressed in a white tank top and camo shorts, which showed off her bodybuilder frame, her huge muscles gleaming in the sun. Her greasy hair was held back in a ponytail and her hiking boots were obviously worn. Not one item of her clothing wasn't somehow blackened with motor oil or stained with other kinds of substances you'd only encounter in a garage. The Latino girl squinted before switching to another scroll of parchment. Maybe there was something in section 66?

OOC: She's the ugliest girl in Camp Half-Blood. Half her face is burned, her traits are chunky and asymmetrical, and she's covered in blisters, scars and bruises.

Wow! Inara had never been to the library before! Not that she was the type to go for books, but she also wasn't uneducated. Still, it was an important place to go - even if she didn't stay there for very long. Her mood brightened - however - when she saw someone walk out of the library. Someone to talk to! It was always awesome when she got to meet new people! Plus, this person had just come out of the library so they might be able to tell her something that she wanted to know! "Hey!" she said, running over.

"Hi!" she said, huffing a little bit. "Hey, hello! Did you just come out of the library?" she asked, trying to start up a decent conversation. "How cool! My name's Inara - daughter of Tyche. I'm a newer kid at camp. How about you?" she said while giving a warm smile.

Sawyer looked away from her scrolls. In front of her stood a pretty girl in her mid teens with black hair, very lithe. Sawyer didn't recognize her, since she hadn't been at camp since August. (She could've come in December, but plane tickets were expensive and her relatives had come all the way from Brazil to celebrate Christmas with them, it would've been rude to just leave.)

"Oh hey, I'm Sawyer," she said in her deep voice, her Texas accent very obvious. "Hephaestus cabin. I've been here for a while," she added, gesturing at her camp necklace, which counted eight beads.