Post by Lyric on Mar 25, 2015 12:10:26 GMT -5
It was a brilliant spring morning. The cool, crisp air carried the faint smell of pine through the camp and was filled with the contagiously cheerful chirps of little birds. But despite the overwhelming brightness of the day, one soul managed to drag a less than happy air around her. Adora’s curls bounced against her back as she traipsed along the dirt path that wound through the various areas of the camp. She’d just come back from speaking with Chiron at the Big House and the fact that she started to understand more about the fantastical world around her had started her day on a very happy note. In addition to that, she was told that since she was a demigod she most likely had powers and that lifted her already high spirits to sky level. After a brief questionnaire that really didn’t help to distinguish exactly what kind of powers she had, Chiron advised her to go and figure them out.
Well, he actually said to act normal and try not to think about them, {supposedly they would come to you that way?} but that was far too boring. Powers! Adora couldn’t stand to be so passive; she had to know what they were, and she had to know NOW. Since her talk with Chiron, she’d tried hundreds of things that she thought would reveal her powers, and still, nothing seemed to work. How tragic was this! She’d just found out that she possessed abilities beyond normal mortals and now she felt she’d never figure them out. Bummer. All of that happiness she felt only hours ago was already beginning to fade, and Adora knew better than to let her mood drop too low. She needed to do something that would bring her spirits up.
As she reflected on these things, she caught herself walking past a large workshop. It was filled with paintings and artist’s supplies and all around she saw various pieces of artwork from many of the campers. A paper-maché Medusa head was displayed in the far corner, surrounded by a dozen grey clay figures frozen in fear. Adora shouldn’t have chuckled at it, but she did; the figures looked really cute, and one of them even had a mustache. Sure, he was frozen in place with an expression of the utmost horror distorting his face, but just look at his mustache! He was so cute! Seeing that was enough to evoke a small chuckle out of her and also made her curious enough to want to explore more. She made her way into the open air building, the structure itself a piece of artwork, and, glancing around, she caught sight of an empty canvas situated on an easel. It was as if someone had prepared it just for her. Perhaps this was the distraction she needed. After glancing around to make sure no one was here, she sat down on the seat, picked up the brush and palette, and started humming to herself, mindlessly dabbing some paint on the canvas as she did so.
Well, he actually said to act normal and try not to think about them, {supposedly they would come to you that way?} but that was far too boring. Powers! Adora couldn’t stand to be so passive; she had to know what they were, and she had to know NOW. Since her talk with Chiron, she’d tried hundreds of things that she thought would reveal her powers, and still, nothing seemed to work. How tragic was this! She’d just found out that she possessed abilities beyond normal mortals and now she felt she’d never figure them out. Bummer. All of that happiness she felt only hours ago was already beginning to fade, and Adora knew better than to let her mood drop too low. She needed to do something that would bring her spirits up.
As she reflected on these things, she caught herself walking past a large workshop. It was filled with paintings and artist’s supplies and all around she saw various pieces of artwork from many of the campers. A paper-maché Medusa head was displayed in the far corner, surrounded by a dozen grey clay figures frozen in fear. Adora shouldn’t have chuckled at it, but she did; the figures looked really cute, and one of them even had a mustache. Sure, he was frozen in place with an expression of the utmost horror distorting his face, but just look at his mustache! He was so cute! Seeing that was enough to evoke a small chuckle out of her and also made her curious enough to want to explore more. She made her way into the open air building, the structure itself a piece of artwork, and, glancing around, she caught sight of an empty canvas situated on an easel. It was as if someone had prepared it just for her. Perhaps this was the distraction she needed. After glancing around to make sure no one was here, she sat down on the seat, picked up the brush and palette, and started humming to herself, mindlessly dabbing some paint on the canvas as she did so.
