The Butterfly Fields

ooc:hmm what godparents do your charries already have?

I laugh hard. i put my hand around her shoulder. "you are too much."

I giggle. "I know. Aren't I?"

OOC this will take a minute

"yes," i start to calm down.
ooc: lol take your time

OOC here we go
Aescalapius
Hepheastus
Poseidon
Hestia
Aeolus
Hecate
Chione
Hebe
Thanatos
Bastet
Demeter
Iris
Astrape
Aphrodite
Apollo
Atë

BIC I laugh

ooc: uh wow about a norse charrie?

bic: "so where you wanna go bestie?" i ask.

I don't have the drachmas for a Norse slot.
BIC I smile and shrug. "Maybe the mess hall?"

"alright. lets hit it." i smile.

ooc: oh... what about a child of Ares?

"It's over that way, right?"

I scurried after her
OOC Britmetis / Hermes / Aristeaus?

ooc: hmm the first one. thats the fishing goddess right?
bic: he go to the mess hall.

OOC goddess of nets used in fishing and fowling

ooc: oh that one! if you want. ill post first.

OOC yes please!

OOC: So late! XD

BiC: I walk with them to the Mess Hall.

Rodney walked on toward the field, taking the the beautiful view. So many butterflies were fluttering around the sky. He sat down on a hill, blankly staring at the sky. The butterfly, symbol of Thanatos. Butterflies were said to have been spirits without bodies, or something like that. He vaguely remembered the lesson on Greek Gods he was taught before running away.

Rodney stood up, wondering how long he had been there. He had to do SOMETHING in this old camp. He began walking back toward his bunk.