<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Avery1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pavilion, Hermes Table<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21, 8 am-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Briefly Jamal, Evangeline Carmichael<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr/><br/>The walk to the Pavilion was fairly uneventful and short to Avery's pleasure because she hoped food would cease the child's numerous variations of the chimera story. Once at their table, she piled a reasonable amount of food onto both of their plates, ensuring neither of them suffered from the 'eyes larger than stomach' syndrome. "How do you expect to become a member of the camp's patrol if you're unable to train because you're full to the point of becoming lazy and sleepy?" She explained in a blunt fashion when faced with a pouting face and puppy eyes.<br/><br/>"Oh alright," her companion grumbled.<br/><br/>Pleased, Avery focused her attention on cutting up the pancakes on her plate but did not get very far due to being distracted by someone's yelling. Despite how common it had become of late, the sound never failed to momentarily silence the chatty pavilion. Upon noting exactly who it was this time, Avery smiled brightly and started to wave her hand in greeting until she noticed the blood on Jamal's shirt. Evidently, there was some truth in the story after all. He did not look injured in her opinion so it had to be someone else's blood which still was not the best news. When she wished for a change from normalcy, chimeras certainly had not been what she had in mind. Then again, the Gods often misinterpreted even the most simple prayers. "What—" Before she could finish the question, Jamal was already darting off in the other direction toward the camp directors' table. It was bothersome to not know what happened.<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth together, she continued to slice the sharp knife through the fluffy pancakes with just a hint of aggression in each movement. The main reason why the emotion was not allowed to spread was because Avery remembered that she was being closely watched. "Did he look like he was in pain?" She questioned back to avoid potentially lying to the youngster. She could not be sure if the demi-god was injured or not even though all the evidence pointed to him being perfectly fine, at least physically. However, Avery loathed to make a factual statement without fully investigating other possibilities. For all she knew, Jamal was just wearing a brave face to avoid spawning a dozen questions. "If he is hurt, I'm sure Chiron will have him bandaged in no time. So...no worrying. Eat your food."<br/><br/>Her short explanation came to an end when their table was joined by a pretty blonde girl. "Hey Evie, and no need to apologize. I understand being hungry," Avery greeted with a friendly smile then extended her hand across the table to shake with the other girl's. "I'm Avery and this is..." She waited to see if her little monkey, Henry, would introduce himself like normal since he was chatty fellow but it would seem that beauty crippled his confidence. It was not usual. How many heroes fell from glory due to a pretty face? "This is Henry. Did you arrive this morning?"<br/>