Post by des on May 25, 2016 22:50:42 GMT -5
"Thirty-two twenty-five... not good enough."
Heavy breath, heavy footfall, and very heavy heart. How could anyone accept a 32 minute (and change) on a 5 mile run? Her average mile was a 5:30 flat. That meant her average 5 should be a 31:09. But instead, she was at 32:25, and that was not okay. She was slower than average.
Lucrais Daegmar let a heavy sigh (another 'heavy' on this disappointing run) escape from her lips as she raised her hands to clasp on top of her head. Walking now, she let the disappointment be evident on her features. Her short, pale blonde hair was pulled back into a stubby ponytail, and her fringe was pinned back with three bobby pins. Sweat rolled off of the young lady's features, making her freckles glisten. "Holy hell," Daegs whispered to herself and wiped her face with the bottom of her dark grey tank top. Despite the sweat, she looked awfully refreshed.
There were a few things in life that Daegs actually enjoyed doing. Reading and writing were a couple of them. Swimming was another. Running was her favourite. When she arrived at camp, she had to cut her daily 10 mile run in two halves, one in the morning and one in the evening. This morning had been a late start for her, the run ending at 7am.
"Next time," Daegs muttered and headed toward the canoe house, just a hundred feet away. Her metallic blue-grey eyes settled on a few other campers there, and she grew withdrawn, her hands dropping to the pockets of her black shorts. Even if she wasn't the new kid on campus and had been there for years like some of them, she still would've reacted the same way to seeing the others.
But she was the new kid.
And it sucked.
It didn't suck because she was the new kid, the only kid of Hebe in the camp. Being the daughter of Hebe was quite nice, actually. Nobody talked to her about her mother, nobody recognised her purely because of who her mother is, and, in fact, most people didn't even know who her mother was. Daegs received no special attention, no extra noting, and nobody tried to suck up to her. That's exactly how she wanted it. If they had tried to talk to her, she was afraid they'd be surely disappointed by her lack of chatter. Just because her mother was the Goddess of Youth didn't mean she had to be youthful and vibrant. This was shown through her reluctance to talk with others and her preference for solo-activities. The camp had been greatly accommodating on that front, as nobody paid attention to her and there was plenty to do without talking with others.
Silence was bliss.
It sucked because there were people who did think it necessary to talk to her, to get to know her. It sucked because there were activities that couldn't be done without talking with others. It sucked because people knew her as the new girl--which meant that they knew about her.
Daegs preferred to be the kind of person whose name could be said and the majority of the people would not know who she is. Those who did know her knew her because of her accomplishments in an area (hopefully athletics). She wanted to make no friendships and form no alliances with anyone.
Because everyone she ends up caring about abandons her, betrays her, or gets hurt. If her own mother couldn't stand spending time with her, why would anyone unless they had an ulterior motive? Cynicism and paranoia of others had kept Daegs perfectly content the last two years. She did not get hurt, and she did not hurt others. It was a perfect circle of self-preservation. Until she moved to the camp, of course.
"Time to face the music, Luke," Daegs muttered to herself as she approached the canoe house. The tall girl let her usual stone face fall back on her features as she walked up. The face was not that of anger or malice. It was simply blank. Her sharp features retained a glowing youth that said she had women from a restful sleep and had a peaceful morning, rather than the truth of very little (and fitful) sleep and having just completed a 5 mile run. That was a gift from her mother's genes: a face of everlasting youth. Each day, the mirror reminded her of her connection to the Greek lineage. Each day reminded her that she was not in a dream, a dream where Olympians are real. Each day, she had to face the fact that this was her life now, and she had to remind herself that no matter what happened, there was always the next day. Each day was a new day.
A new day, a new start.
"Well," Lucrais Daegmar whispered as she closed the gap, "let's see what you've got."
Heavy breath, heavy footfall, and very heavy heart. How could anyone accept a 32 minute (and change) on a 5 mile run? Her average mile was a 5:30 flat. That meant her average 5 should be a 31:09. But instead, she was at 32:25, and that was not okay. She was slower than average.
Lucrais Daegmar let a heavy sigh (another 'heavy' on this disappointing run) escape from her lips as she raised her hands to clasp on top of her head. Walking now, she let the disappointment be evident on her features. Her short, pale blonde hair was pulled back into a stubby ponytail, and her fringe was pinned back with three bobby pins. Sweat rolled off of the young lady's features, making her freckles glisten. "Holy hell," Daegs whispered to herself and wiped her face with the bottom of her dark grey tank top. Despite the sweat, she looked awfully refreshed.
There were a few things in life that Daegs actually enjoyed doing. Reading and writing were a couple of them. Swimming was another. Running was her favourite. When she arrived at camp, she had to cut her daily 10 mile run in two halves, one in the morning and one in the evening. This morning had been a late start for her, the run ending at 7am.
"Next time," Daegs muttered and headed toward the canoe house, just a hundred feet away. Her metallic blue-grey eyes settled on a few other campers there, and she grew withdrawn, her hands dropping to the pockets of her black shorts. Even if she wasn't the new kid on campus and had been there for years like some of them, she still would've reacted the same way to seeing the others.
But she was the new kid.
And it sucked.
It didn't suck because she was the new kid, the only kid of Hebe in the camp. Being the daughter of Hebe was quite nice, actually. Nobody talked to her about her mother, nobody recognised her purely because of who her mother is, and, in fact, most people didn't even know who her mother was. Daegs received no special attention, no extra noting, and nobody tried to suck up to her. That's exactly how she wanted it. If they had tried to talk to her, she was afraid they'd be surely disappointed by her lack of chatter. Just because her mother was the Goddess of Youth didn't mean she had to be youthful and vibrant. This was shown through her reluctance to talk with others and her preference for solo-activities. The camp had been greatly accommodating on that front, as nobody paid attention to her and there was plenty to do without talking with others.
Silence was bliss.
It sucked because there were people who did think it necessary to talk to her, to get to know her. It sucked because there were activities that couldn't be done without talking with others. It sucked because people knew her as the new girl--which meant that they knew about her.
Daegs preferred to be the kind of person whose name could be said and the majority of the people would not know who she is. Those who did know her knew her because of her accomplishments in an area (hopefully athletics). She wanted to make no friendships and form no alliances with anyone.
Because everyone she ends up caring about abandons her, betrays her, or gets hurt. If her own mother couldn't stand spending time with her, why would anyone unless they had an ulterior motive? Cynicism and paranoia of others had kept Daegs perfectly content the last two years. She did not get hurt, and she did not hurt others. It was a perfect circle of self-preservation. Until she moved to the camp, of course.
"Time to face the music, Luke," Daegs muttered to herself as she approached the canoe house. The tall girl let her usual stone face fall back on her features as she walked up. The face was not that of anger or malice. It was simply blank. Her sharp features retained a glowing youth that said she had women from a restful sleep and had a peaceful morning, rather than the truth of very little (and fitful) sleep and having just completed a 5 mile run. That was a gift from her mother's genes: a face of everlasting youth. Each day, the mirror reminded her of her connection to the Greek lineage. Each day reminded her that she was not in a dream, a dream where Olympians are real. Each day, she had to face the fact that this was her life now, and she had to remind herself that no matter what happened, there was always the next day. Each day was a new day.
A new day, a new start.
"Well," Lucrais Daegmar whispered as she closed the gap, "let's see what you've got."
