<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr/><br/>Sarah stormed away from Harold, her hair flying behind her as she jogged down the hill and to the dining pavilion. The only thing keeping her from getting her spear and running the lame legs through with it was the fact that killing another half-blood on the first day, and on purpose, would likely get her into a lot of trouble. For now, she clenched her fists tight. She wanted to show up her brother and smack that other boy over the head with her shield. The chariot race seemed like a good time and place to get even with both of them. Her brother hadn't really done anything wrong and she guessed that if she had a sister here she wouldn't be so upset. Her mother always told her that her temper was nearly as short as her fathers. The smallest things always set her off. Sometimes it took every ounce of will power to not beat someone over the head for scraping their teeth on their forks when they ate.<br/><br/>The dining pavilion was full and she got there just after Chiron's speech. Without being told what to do, she pushed half a plate of food into the fire,<em>'Father...help me control myself...'</em>she'd been praying for that since she was thirteen. Sometimes she wondered if her father was even listening or if he only listened to his sons. Her mother had always been proud to have the child of a god, but even she'd commented sometimes that she might of been better with a son. After all, how many myths and stories were there about female heroes? Not many.<br/><br/>Sarah walked over to her brother after being waved down by him. She settled into the seat on his right side, asserting herself as the one that would take over leadership should he fall or fail. A few of her brothers gave her a small sneer, but for now none of them challenged her, "Someone's waving at you..." she pointed at Rosetta. The red head was obviously beautiful and while it didn't really matter, she wondered if Goldberg was her boyfriend. That was a little off putting since she knew nearly everyone here was related in some way. Maybe not a close relation, but it was still there.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>It was nice to hear that he was wanting to interact with the others. That was always a good thing. Even Abigale, who wasn't overly social, managed to mingle with her siblings and the others. She just found it hard to make friends here when her mother died just over the hill, "Okay, we'll go get you cleaned up and dressed and be back in time for smores. That's the best part anyways. The singing is horrible. Not many here can carry a tune," though the fire was nice to watch during the singing. The louder the singing and the better the mood, the more colors in changed and the higher the flames got. It was pretty amazing to see...if one could ignore the terrible mixture of voices.<br/><br/>Abigale was picking at her food a bit when he pointed out the armor, "Yeah, sure, we can get you a set. We have standard sets, but if you're nice to them, the kids in Hephaestus' Cabin will make you a fitted set," she smiled lightly and pushed her plate away, "You ready?"<br/><br/>If Rosetta had waited a moment longer, Abigale would of got up to leave, "Oh! Ummm..." she turned to see the natural red head and was hit with the sudden urge to smack the girl. There was no doubt that this girl belong in Aphrodite's cabin. Over the years Abigale managed to resist the effects the children of Aphrodite caused. The boys no longer made her stutter or blush and she didn't want to strangle the girls. The resistance was only tested when she was caught off guard, like right now, "It's easy," she forced a smile as she picked up her own empty goblet, "...just tell it what you want. See...Cherry Limeade," the glass filled with the pinkish liquid, "And if you're picky about it, it can change color too...Purple Cherry Limeade," the drink changed purple with a small<em>'pop'</em>noise.<br/><br/>She turned back to Vincent, having turned away from him for the first time tonight to talk to Rosetta, "Mine if we wait a few more minutes?" she was a cabin leader and wasn't about to leave Rosetta alone till the girl felt settled.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em> Mr. D and Chiron</em></div><hr/><br/>Chiron watched the campers eat and talk. It was always a good day when so many of them were here. The lack of familiar faces always pulled at his heart and he prayed that they would show up in the coming days. It was a sad day when he heard of one of their deaths. He felt like maybe he could of trained them better or worked them harder. Everyday without a death notice was a good day, but if a missing face appeared over the hill it was a great day. But his thoughts were broken when he heard Clint and caught the scent of wine. It was all he could to keep from laughing. Clint was a lot of things, but he had a decent sense of humor. Or so Chiron thought.<br/><br/>The moment Clint summoned the wine, the God's nose caught the scent. He could still summon the drink, but if he dared put it to his lips he knew Zeus would banish him into the pits of the Tartarus, and that would be on a good day. Dionysus' eyes narrowed on the son of Hades, "Boy, you dare to test me?! I might be sentenced to serving in this place, but I still have my powers. I'll turn you into a cow and let the harpies pick away at your flesh and..."<br/><br/>Chiron couldn't help it anymore, he started chuckling, "Come on, Mr. D. Clint would<em>never</em>openly disrespect you, I'm sure of it..."<br/><br/>Dionysus took a deep breath, the whole pavilion being filled with a sudden chill for a moment, but it faded as he sat down and the warmth of the fire took the area back over.