<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/56/Leia_TGT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Raleigh McCord (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10170339#msg10170339) [Leia or Ray]<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Poseidon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Lake<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st; 09:35 a.m.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Light blue bikini<hr/><hr/>There was this funny thing about time in Camp Half-blood. Maybe it was too fast, or too slow, but the days passed without any singularly interesting bit of adventure. Living became as secondary as breathing, just fighting to be more than a demi-god was impossible. You lived and died by the definition of who, or what, your parents were. It was inevitable to be called ‘the son of’ or ‘the daughter of.’ Being pinned as so and so’s offspring was as limiting as it was eye opening.<br/><br/>Raleigh never tried to delude herself into believing she would be anything but a half-crazed demi-god. Time for her was hardest to hold onto, as much as her sanity slipped through her long fingers, so too did the minutes and hours between waking and dreaming. Focusing on anything for an extraordinary amount of time took a focus that was beyond the blonde’s comprehension, unless it was within the depths of the lake or curled in the soothing wash of the waves at the beginning and end of the ocean.<br/><br/>Forgotten by the world with the Camp’s magical borders, you would either live or die without seeing anything but the worst of the human race. Gods and Goddesses were dwindling, their believers limited to pagans who were confused for satanic baby-killing goat fuckers. The mythical was so obscured by the mist that it was almost better to waste away among your fellow half-gods than risk your life for the chance you would live past thirty.<br/><br/>A dream of living to see your own happily ever after was reserved for those who held steadfast to their humanity, small as it was. A kiss, half-stolen, made her remember what it was to be human- if she ever had known humanity when she was with her mother. Even half as sane as her siblings, the daughter of Poseidon was stronger, faster and infinitely more agile than anything a full mortal could summon. Whether she could employ those physical standards remained to be seen. Leigh avoided her classes, not really on purpose, but more in a forgetful way. The attention span of a goldfish, she was always seeking out the water- the calming<em>sanity</em>of it.<br/><br/>Dipping her bare toes into the water, her boots, socks and really, all the rest of her clothes besides the pale blue bikini lay forlorn and forgotten on the pebbled beach of the lake. Her riot of curls tossed about her bare shoulders, the thinness in her limbs emphasizing the translucent quality of her flesh. The last five weeks had brought more changes than simply the loss of campers. Losing the companionship of the Hermes Cabin was almost a literal knife to Raleigh’s ability to eat, or sleep- banking on their helpful nature for wayward souls to keep her in line.<br/><br/>Submerged to calf depth, her body calmed- the water licking at her skin like a friendly puppy- but feeling more intimate than the most knowledgeable lover. Between the current breath and the next, the tension she held onto subconsciously melted away. Step… Breathe… Step… Breathe…