Post by Lyric on Mar 16, 2015 18:28:33 GMT -5
It hit 8:00am as Adora meandered through Camp Half-Blood, her eyes wide with wonder. First she’d seen a dragon, and a seemingly friendly one at that. Then she saw a climbing wall that had at it’s base what seemed to be lava, ACTUAL LAVA, and now everywhere she looked she saw various people, her age, carrying swords and dressed in armor. Actual swords, with sharpened blades. And armor. ACTUAL ARMOR; none of those cheap plastic replicas she saw at the Renaissance fairs. What sort of strange fantasy camp was this? Whatever it was, it. was. GLORIOUS, and Adora couldn’t help but mentally scream with excitement as she observed her surroundings. She thought she’d go deaf from the noise; she wasn’t used to hearing so much activity around her. But the noise here only filled her with even more excitement, and the more she saw, the more questions formed in her mind. Pity the soul she was going to interrogate.
Adora let out a soft laugh and held her duffle bag in front of her with both hands. I still haven’t the faintest idea what I’m doing here. She reflected to herself as she walked past what seemed to be an arts and crafts studio. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a glittering white building. It was the mess hall, but seated the way it was on the top of the hill, with it’s ancient architecture and overall fantastical appearance, it glistened in the sunlight like a pearl. She bit her lip with an almost pained expression on her face as she looked at it longingly. I really ought to ask where I am and learn more about this place. That would be the responsible thing to do. But… She remained in thought for a bit more before giving a carefree shrug, I suppose one look around won’t take very long. She headed over to the building and found it empty. A grin formed on her face as her eyes trailed the graceful pillars. Standing here she could almost imagine herself as a peasant or a warrior in ancient Greece.
She chuckled to herself; the thought wasn’t so farfetched. After all, she had fought a monster, or at least something close to it. The thought of her incident still had her question whether that event was a memory or a dream, but then again, everything seemed unreal to her at the moment so it wouldn’t hurt to pretend she’d actually fought a giant snake. It made her feel cooler. She took another look around and then saw a plate on one of the mess tables. Cake! She thought as she went over to investigate. She’d never seen ambrosia before, and she knew nothing about it, but she was hungry and those squares piled on the plate looked quite tasty. She took one and gingerly took a bite. Her eyes widened, “Oh my God, that’s amazing!” she exclaimed, suddenly realizing she’d spoken aloud. She shrugged it off, realizing that this was the best food she’d ever eaten and thus it rightfully deserved her full attention, but before she could take another bite she thought she’d heard footsteps echoing on the marble. “Is someone there?” She asked quietly as she lowered her square of ambrosia, scanning her surroundings with her pale blue eyes.
Adora let out a soft laugh and held her duffle bag in front of her with both hands. I still haven’t the faintest idea what I’m doing here. She reflected to herself as she walked past what seemed to be an arts and crafts studio. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a glittering white building. It was the mess hall, but seated the way it was on the top of the hill, with it’s ancient architecture and overall fantastical appearance, it glistened in the sunlight like a pearl. She bit her lip with an almost pained expression on her face as she looked at it longingly. I really ought to ask where I am and learn more about this place. That would be the responsible thing to do. But… She remained in thought for a bit more before giving a carefree shrug, I suppose one look around won’t take very long. She headed over to the building and found it empty. A grin formed on her face as her eyes trailed the graceful pillars. Standing here she could almost imagine herself as a peasant or a warrior in ancient Greece.
She chuckled to herself; the thought wasn’t so farfetched. After all, she had fought a monster, or at least something close to it. The thought of her incident still had her question whether that event was a memory or a dream, but then again, everything seemed unreal to her at the moment so it wouldn’t hurt to pretend she’d actually fought a giant snake. It made her feel cooler. She took another look around and then saw a plate on one of the mess tables. Cake! She thought as she went over to investigate. She’d never seen ambrosia before, and she knew nothing about it, but she was hungry and those squares piled on the plate looked quite tasty. She took one and gingerly took a bite. Her eyes widened, “Oh my God, that’s amazing!” she exclaimed, suddenly realizing she’d spoken aloud. She shrugged it off, realizing that this was the best food she’d ever eaten and thus it rightfully deserved her full attention, but before she could take another bite she thought she’d heard footsteps echoing on the marble. “Is someone there?” She asked quietly as she lowered her square of ambrosia, scanning her surroundings with her pale blue eyes.
*waves* <3))
