<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Calligraph421 BT;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flora Blake</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Just as confused as before.</span> </span></div><hr/><br/>Cringing a bit as he said the word 'bastard' and a few other choice words, Flora frowned as she looked up at him. "You shouldn't curse like that, it isn't polite." Following behind Dante, she moved out of the way of running kids "if Mister D is the camp leader then I guess I should meet him. Or maybe a counselor?" At hearing Mister D. wasn't that friendly, she nervously toyed with a black strand of hair, she was generally well liked by adults due to her manners and polite ways after all Flora's father raised her properly.<br/><br/>Having now clue where to go Flora continued follow the guy, at the mention of food her stomach rumbled quietly. Hopefully the food was good here and recognizable, she had only been to a day camp before when she was younger, and the food at that place couldn't really be called food it was more like cement covered in glue.<br/><br/>"Food does sound good, I'm Flora Blake... It is nice to meet you Dante." Tilting her head a bit Flora figured the guy leading her to the pavilion was good looking, but something about the way he walked lead her to believe he thought the same. Still not grasping the idea of parents not telling their kids of their heritage or whom their parents where. Even though he tried to hide it, Flora could hear the disappointment in Dante's voice as he spoke about not knowing who his parent was. "So if the others here don't know who their parents are, how do they get here? I mean surely their parents would have told them or at least given them clues."<br/><br/>Almost bumping into Dante's back as he stop in front of her, Flora mumbled a apology, she distracted and was admiring the camp during the walk to the building. "Wow... Everything is so different here." Flora's brown eyes where filled with surprise and curiosity as she looked around the pavilion.<br/><br/>It was like nothing she had ever seen and she suddenly felt very awkward, dressed only in her old sun dress and worn sandals. The camp was huge, so for the poor farmer girl it was a shock to her system at being in such a grand place.