<br/><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>Cabin<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 25th, 6:15a.m.-7:30a.m.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Looks exhausted, feels worse.<br/><br/><br/>Elias nervously pokes his head into the cabin, checking to make sure no one was about before heading on in. It was quite early in the morning…he could see the rising and falling forms of the other inhabitants of Apollo’s cabin…his half brothers and sisters? He wasn’t sure how they treated each other here. The youth quietly slides in, eyeing around for an empty bunk near the door before settling on one midway to the back.<br/><br/>With his bed selected, he promptly slides his duffle bag to the ground, allowing the material to quietly find a place under the mattress. The last thing he needed was to wake up someone and make an enemy of his relatives. He sighs softly, laying down on the bed fully clothed as he allows his eyes to shut. It seemed like he had just woken up…yet the ambrosia in his blood stream made him feel drained and sluggish.<br/><br/>Within minutes of closing his eyes, Elias is out. His dreams full of roaring gouts of fire…and the dragon. Always Python stalked his dreams. Something was wrong with that beast…something that had to do with his lyre. That much Elias could gather. Someone had possessed the lyre before him…and whoever it had been was an enemy of Python. Or a friend? Who could tell with scaly sky rats?<br/><br/>After what feels like three minutes, Elias’s eyes snap open as the bell begins dinging somewhere in the distance. Being an early riser, he was used to getting up early…but the boy was exhausted. He groans softly, rising from his bed with his naturally shaggy hair in a perfect twirl. Today would be interesting…<br/><br/>His eyes begin to scan the cabin, looking for potential brother’s and sisters. Could he call them that? Or did he have to use their first names? Elias wasn’t sure how this entire thing was supposed to work…but it scared him. His hand instinctively grabs his lyre from the floor, holding it as though a life raft in the ocean of uncertainty.<br/><br/>Gods. He had already made a fool out of himself once this morning…that Ares girl would probably think he was a freak for life. He shouldn’t have panicked….but it had been impulse! What else did you do when a pretty girl started summoning daggers in front of you! Play her a tune on your lyre?<br/>