<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Elias1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elias Neighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10388159#msg10388159)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Apollo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apollo cabin<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 25th, 7:30a.m<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lux, Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Exhausted, Confused, and Somewhat excited. Still dressed in vans/black jeans/white tshirt.<br/><br/>She was attractive. Not that it surprised him, but he almost suspected Aphrodite in having a hand in this particular sister’s creation. Elias gives her a tired smile, eyes ringed by small black circles as he rises from his seated position to stand before her. The impromptu nap had been all too short…but he was excited to get the day under way.<br/><br/>“Yes…and no.” He says, his accent lightly brushing the words as though just a hint of England came with him across the pond. “I’m sorry. I suppose I should have let someone know, but it was so early and…” Elias trails off, his mouth splitting open in an almost painful looking display of a yawn. His eyes immediately take on a fresh tinge of worry, his mouth moving again as soon as the yawn passes.<br/><br/>“Sorry. Again. It’s been a long couple of days…” The youth’s eyes take on a faraway look, the stormy gold clouding over as he seems to be replaying some of the events freshly through his mind. He could almost smell the smoke…but more importantly, he was fumbling again. Just be cool! His brain shouts, but his tongue, the insipid thing…it just wouldn’t listen!<br/><br/>His left hand reaches under the bed, snatching up the lyre and absent mindedly strumming a few of the strings, the soft pops sending out quiet notes into the bustling cabin. There it was. A discordant note. He could feel the vision, inches away. If he played just one more note…<br/><br/>His eyes fix on the girl…woman…before him. The thin line of his lips splitting as he barely whispers, “Please tell me you can hear it?” The gold of his eyes takes on a tint of fear, as though he suspected he was about to be shunned by his own half-sister.<br/><br/>Great. First day in camp, and he was about to make two pretty girls think he was absolutely mad. At least he would be doing it in style…but really he was just too tired to care. He wondered if he would ever get over the sight of that reptile bearing down on him…mouth awash with flames…<br/><br/>He blinks once. Best to clear the mind of such thoughts.<br/><br/><br/>