<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/a7ddb1b2e2efa13d5433b2d07839d17b/tumblr_n96pde9F521r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hera<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pavilion, Hera Table<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24, 8 am-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vincent<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr/><br/>When Avery was younger, about six or seven years age, she secretly hoped her claiming would come with some form of transformation to make her feel more like the daughter of a god or goddess. Physical or mental, she was not too picky about the outcome. After each of her sacrifices and good deeds done in honor of whatever God chosen to receive her devotions, she often imagined to Chiron's annoyance what the outcome might be afterwards. If Demeter turned out to be her mother then hopefully she would develop the ability to blend in perfectly with natural surroundings like a chameleon. Perfect skill to enhance capture the flag. Then if her father was Poseidon, she would not have minded being able to eventually transform into marine based animals. Her requests to the Gods went on and on throughout those hope filled years, and they were likely pleased rather than disappointed into her '<em>fuck the gods</em>' phase.<br/><br/>The fantasy of childhood was easily shattered upon awakening to a young adult's blunt reality. All she felt was a nagging ache in the center of her back and a slight throb of an a headache at the side of her head. However, what bothered her most was the lack of assurance she felt with being claimed. One question had been answered. But with its disappearance, about a dozen more spawned in its place.<br/><br/>To her surprise when she awoke, Henry was already gone from Hermes' cabin. A rare occurrence since he normally preferred to sleep for as long as possible until Avery almost had to drag him from the comfort of bed. It was tempting to worry about his whereabouts, considering all the issues last night. But instead of panicking, she forced herself to inhale and then exhale deeply. "He's fine," she mumbled to herself while taking the time to make up his messy bed. It took her slightly longer than usual to complete her usual chores and routine since her body protested each movement. Instead of completing her morning jog like usual, Avery headed toward the pavillion for breakfast since her stomach was already growling for nourishment. It was only once she broached closer did she notice Henry was already present and seated at Ares' table. Her heart ached a little.<br/><br/>Did this mean Henry was going to willingly spend more time around them? It should not have bothered her because it was common fact that children, no matter what the species, eventually grew up. But Avery did not expect for it to happen so soon.<br/><br/>Her lips parted to call Henry to her. But before she could emit a sound, she clamped her lips back together tightly. From what she could tell, no one was forcing him to remain at Ares' table. In fact, from what she could tell, most of them seemed engrossed within their conversation. Avery then decided to leave it up to Henry rather than force her will upon him. Out of old habit, she headed toward Hermes table but then stopped suddenly. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure if she actually wanted to sit at Hera's table or not. It looked like its own little island from her perspective, lovely but isolated. Choice made, she made her way step by step and sat down at Hera's table. It felt odd but there were some high points. No one to snatch the juiciest piece of meat from her plate. Just as she bent slightly to relieve the discomfort within her back, Henry finally noticed her and waved enthusiastically in her direction. Avery spared him her uncertainly and waved back with a wide smile.<br/><br/>He did not come sit with her.