<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Leia3_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>Camp Half-Blood, Lake side before making her way to the Pavilion<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st; 7:43 a.m.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, Leggings, ankle boots<hr/><hr/><br/>You don't really know what its like to be a part of something, of a family, of anything really- until it happens so suddenly you're left spinning in circles trying to focus. Somewhere between five weeks ago and today, she had been thrust from a normal, unassuming existence in the Hermes cabin as an unclaimed, to being the proxy leader of the Poseidon cabin. It was not her spot to lead, it was his. Percy should be here- her half brother! She didn't have siblings, she wanted... What did she want?<br/><br/>The light tickle of the lake's water lapping at her bare toes, calming the blonde's thoughts for the moment. Being<em>claimed</em>was new, knowing who, or what she was for certain was a revelation. Three years was too long to go unnoticed, to be pawned off on the Hermes' cabin. Something about no children, or... Raleigh shook her head, the riot of long blonde curls tangling across her face and obscuring her vision of the water. It was too early for the Camp to be bustling, so Leia felt momentarily at peace. For now at least, she had abandoned the glaring orange Camp Half-blood shirt in favorite the tank top that covered her bikini top. Now that she knew she was a daughter of Poseidon, the water made even more sense. Like it welcomed her home, as if it could sense her need to belong somewhere.<br/><br/>Deeper she stepped into the water, the pebbles beneath her feet worn smooth by the ceaseless ebb and flow of the lake. The cool liquid caressed her bare calves, threatening the dry hem of her leggings, but she hardly cared. Showing up to breakfast with damp clothes was a common occurrence for her, even before she had become one of the claimed. Actually, a lot of people had come up claimed- ha ha, everything's coming up roses- a Demeter crack. Focus! Ray exhaling out the tension in her limbs. Or making an attempt, as it were.<br/><br/>It was funny... When you think about demi-gods, you think Hercules, you think muscled six-pack totting he-men that save damsels-in-distress. Not her, not the crazy ones- or was it one? Raleigh did not try to assume about anyone else, she just wanted to figure out what it meant for her. Living in a lonely, sterile home with her mother- a frightened, jump at any shadow woman- her daughter had learned the same techniques of life. Her brand of crazy? The lack of knowledge, or the lifeblood and calming essence that water offered her now. Too little, too late?<br/><br/>Thirteen was the magic number now- but she was twenty-one. Seven years plus years to learn to be that girl, that something is not quite right girl. Focus! Water beaded on her bare calves and feet as she regretfully left the soothing lake side. Indeed, the hem of her leggings were damp but did not threaten the ankle boots that cupped her sockless feet. No point to wear more clothes than necessary when she would return to the water after breakfast. Wait, was it time for breakfast? The horses needed to be fed soon.<br/><br/>Shuffling through the motion of getting dressed, the garish orange fabric floated around her thighs, looking more like a dress than a shirt on Raleigh. While it didn't look bad, blonde hair and orange shirt, but it did make her look like someone you would see begging for change. How the daughter of Poseidon made it in the direction of the Pavilion, most would never know. The roundabout circle was a slow one, sort of like the focus of a dog... Walk, walk, walk-<em>Squirrel.</em>