Name: Sparrow Ornitho<br/>Location: Camp Halfblood<br/>Attire: White short-sleeved henly, black jeans, and black boots. His bracer is on his arm.<br/>Weapons: Crossbow (In Bracer Form) and Hunting Knife.<br/>God Parent: Aristaeus<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://s1283.photobucket.com/user/Metilinos/media/eb5268e0-9873-41e5-9c4c-8cfef627517c_zps57f05aa8.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a559/Metilinos/eb5268e0-9873-41e5-9c4c-8cfef627517c_zps57f05aa8.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Tagging: Day, if she should feel like responding with NPC's or Lydia.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>He kept his eyes locked on Lydia's when she spoke to him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to let her know that she didn't intimidate her or not. Her combination of beauty and homage was one that mostly everyone admired, and those that didn't probably despised. Sparrow was on the fence, she certainly wasn't so kind to him, but she was at least honest. Maybe a little too honest for comfort, talking about a god like that? Of course, she was Zeus's daughter, there weren't many people willing to mess with her except maybe Hera. But even in that case, Hera was far too loyal to have kids with anybody besides her husband, Zeus. With no offspring of Hera, there weren't many people out there that were willing to go against someone Zeus was watching over. Dionysus was most likely included on that list.<br/><br/>In short, people didn't have to love her. She had the popularity, the looks, and the title in the bag. It almost made Sparrow a little angry that she was handed all of this, people looked to her as a leader of sorts just because of her father. Not that it mattered, Sparrow could be on his own if he had to. In a lot of cases, he ended up taking that path. When it came to someone with the blood of Zeus, people generally listened more than someone with the blood of a god most people didn't know a thing about. Not that he was jealous, though he did feel odd putting so much thought into it.<br/><br/>He was only brought out of his train of thoughts by the grumbling of one of the boys sucking up to Lydia. He hadn't been eavesdropping, not necessarily, but he was standing there and the conversation was still going on. At first, the word goddess threw him off, though of course he could have been exaggerating. Still, it didn't set right with Sparrow. "Get a grip on yourself." Sparrow said, as the boy declared his love for Lydia. "Unless the summer heat is giving you some heat stroke, you shouldn't be so caught up in crazy talk." Sparrow insisted to the boy. Sure, not the best first impression to make to someone he'd never said a word to. But the guy was confessing love silently to somebody, probably for the wrong reasons at that.<br/><br/>Sparrow found himself trailing away shortly after. He didn't exactly put one and one together yet, that he'd just spoken up to someone who sat with Lydia. Which means he essentially just screwed with the wrong people. It was just morning and he'd already made a pretty vital flaw. He had the whole day to do anything but be around there, at this point.