Post by LeBaconKiller on Jun 7, 2014 1:44:39 GMT -5
PoV: Anníka Erlendsína Leifsson, Daughter of Dionysus
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Anníka sat atop the branch of a tall tree, leaning against the trunk and writing in a weathered old leather book. She was dressed casually, a black t-shirt, jeans, and some old sneakers. Her dark brown hair was up in it's regular ponytail. With a sigh, she looked above her and for a moment enjoyed the peaceful and calm quietness around her, the solitude of being the only person in the area (or as she had thought). Anníka was sketching a robin she had been fond of for a while, a proud red-breasted male robin most likely looking for a mate on this lovely spring morning. It was quite hard to draw or study birds, their quiet sophistication and quick movements going unnoticed by most these days, and this was why she was trying to do so.
She breathed in the fresh air once more as she studied the robin and the plant life around it. Plant life was one of her favorite things to draw, still and quiet. She had barely uttered any words this morning, and quite possibly all through her past 4 years at camp. Sometimes she hated this camp, and she wished she was normal, but she had to accept things the way they were. She would have been dead if it weren't for that dumb old satyr, and she quietly wished every living and healthy day of her life she was a child born in America, raised in America, with no accent and perfect english, with friends and family and a father that was not a god, or a god not anything like her. It had been a wonder why Dionysus was her father: She had never even been fond of grapes, and partying? She'd rather stay in to write, read, draw, or nap. She felt she would rather be suited to be a daughter of Hypnos or Athena, but she knew immediately her mother was not Athena as she had met her mother, obviously before. The woman was a crazed drunken one that had partied too much and had been driven mad by Dionysus: and as he was the god of insanity, she despised her father even more.
She had all been caught up in all these thoughts that the robin and chirped a friendly goodbye to her, something rarely done to her, and flew off into the trees, while Anníka had only drawn it's head and twigs around it. The stoic young woman turned around with her leather book and pencil in her teeth and grabbed a hold on taller branches, pulling herself up with strength that was surprising to see having come out of her.
