Morwenna had entered the scene just as the screaming started. In the confusion, she at first thought they were screaming at her - most girls were put off by her untamed appearance and muddied feet but she had never been screamed at before. Shrugging, she joined the line for food, there she heard several mutterings of 'Loki' and the realisation hit her. It had only been over a week since she arrived, and there was still so much to learn about the camp and its campers. Subtly she looked over her shoulder at the squirming girls, trying to swat away imaginary insects, and giggled quietly. She had to give credit to the children of Loki for being good at what they do.<br/><br/>Piling up her plate with an abundance of pancakes drowned in syrup, she contently made it over to the Njord table. It was not long until all six of them sat, hunched over their breakfast.<br/><br/>"Must you be a walking stereotype?" One of her brothers erupted, finally waking up after his morning coffee. "Seriously? You have a fork in your hair."<br/><br/>"Leave her alone, Eugene." Her eldest sister protested. Eugene was close to Morwenna's age, but took pride that he was seven months older than her. He seemed, at least in her opinion, to be in the moody stages of his teens. Everything she did irritated him and her refusal to listen made it worse. "Mora can do what she wants. Although it could do with a brush now and then." The eldest daughter of Njord delicately ran her fingers through her sister's hair but caught her ring on one of the knots. Trying to free her hand, she wrenched Morwenna's head back. The young girl squeaked and flailed as her hair was pulled. The ring was abandoned and the hand was freed. Her other three brothers snickered.<br/><br/>"And it's not a fork, it's a dinglehopper," she muttered to herself, patting the sore spot on her head.<br/><br/>With her head hurting and Eugene's aggressive mumbling, Morwenna lost her appetite. She took her plate to the wash pile station and slumped against the wall in the back of the mess hall. As an only child, she was grateful for the new siblings, and while for the most part they were kind and welcoming, they were not how she expected. Morwenna lived and breathed the sea; by comparison, her siblings seemed normal. She scouted the room. It seemed as though the demi-gods mixed quite peacefully. By random, she chose a table to sit with.<br/><br/>Her eyes zoned in on the brightly coloured head of a boy and his friend. In her experience, bright colours was a good sign. And the other boy seemed friendly. She scuttled over to the table and smiled politely.<br/><br/>"Mind if I sit here?"