<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Mariam1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mariam Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10253399#msg10253399)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Demeter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 21st 4pm-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Justine, Marcus<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Bright and bubbly; hair still damp from showering after sword practice; wearing green leggings, purple ribbed tank top, black flipflops<br/><hr/><br/>Mariam rolled her eyes as Justine stressed that they were<em>half</em>sisters. She let it go, though, because she knew it really wasn't an issue. Mariam tended not to let small digs like that affect her. At least, not from her own sister. The fact that they only had one parent in common was a non-issue to her. If a camper resided within Demeter's cabin, they were family, and that was that. It was that simple for her. She held no resentment towards Demeter, although she knew Justine and a number of her other brothers and sisters did. Sure, it would have been nice to have grown up knowing her mother, but Mariam was sensible enough to realize that a Goddess just wasn't able to do that. "You<em>try</em>," she teased back, "and mostly succeed. But only because everyone else is afraid of you. You don't scare me, though." Mariam grinned at Justine, entirely unrepentant, and tossed damp hair over her shoulder as she focused her attention back on Marcus.<br/><br/>She watched Marcus check his bandages, and growing increasingly agitated as he did. So when a sword appeared in his hand, Mariam started slightly, glancing briefly at Justine. "Hey, whoa!" she exclaimed, holding up both hands in a placating gesture in spite of her first instinct to fall into battle mode. Damn her Goddess-given fight-or-flight mode anyway. "Take it easy, Marcus. You are<em>not</em>dreaming," she said firmly, "and it<em>is</em>real. I'm Mariam, that's Justine, and you really are here.<br/><br/>Tell me something," she said quickly, "when you woke up, was there food waiting for you? Cake or cookies or something that is your absolute favourite?" She studied him, and went on, "If there was--and judging by the bandages, there probably was--that's called ambrosia. It's the food of the Gods, and it heals us when we eat it. That's all that happened, I swear. Now why don't you put the sword away and we can go to the Pavilion to get some dinner, like Justine suggested."