<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>The fake redhead saw Rosetta and noticed the cuts and bruises. She started to go over to her, but found herself occupied by the ten year old girl that had been crying earlier. With her stomach full and a few older campers showing her around, she'd calmed down a bit. Rosetta was walking fine and didn't seem to be in any immediate need of help, so Abigale settled down with the small girl. She had blond hair and stormy gray eyes, she also seemed able to catch onto things pretty quickly. Abigale was sure she was a daughter of Athena. Athena didn't let her children go unclaimed for long, so hopefully this girl got placed soon. She glanced around again and saw that Phil was taking care of Rosetta. She was thankful that the other Cabin Leaders were usually willing to help out. It was difficult for her to manage all the people in cabin eleven on her own.<br/><br/>Abigale helped the young girl settle in with a few other gray eyed children from cabin eleven. There was no guarantee that they were all children of Athena, but they were all the same age group. It was usually best to clump the younger children together and keep them out of the way of the older teenagers and adults. Abigale had seen things get a little hot and heavy, even around the camp fire with Mr. D and Chiron watching and she didn't want the kids seeing that. The only reason many got away with fooling around so openly, or even privately, is because Mr. D and Chiron were so old. They remembered the times when people could have sex out in the open and no one would bat an eye. They were here to train heroes, not baby sit after all.<br/><br/>Rosetta came back into the amphitheater in PJs, like many of the others, and she smiled. Once her guard was up, she had no problem dealing with the children of Aphrodite, "Hey. Rosetta, right?" part of her knew she should look for Vincent and give back his things, but the Olympian side of her told her that he'd given them to her and she had a right to keep them till it was absolutely necessary to give them back, "I don't think we've had a proper introduction. I'm Abigale Norwick, Daughter of Hermes. Want a s'more?" she held out a small bag of chocolate, marshmallows, and gram-crackers, "I see you're a little beat up. Nothing bad happened, did it?"<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr/><br/>The centaur was too slow in stopping the fight from starting. Mostly because of the stupid table. He enjoyed being civilized, unlike most of his kind, but having to settle down on his knees to sit at a table made it difficult to get up quickly if the need arose. Stewart Goldberg threw the first punch and he scrambled to get up as Sarah yelled at her brother. It had been a while since there had been a daughter of Ares at the camp and he knew they sometimes got out of hand when their brothers tried to defend them like they were helpless damsels. The last daughter of Ares had come here nearly thirty years ago. She'd got so upset with her brothers that she left the camp early that summer. She never came back and Chiron assumed she died in battle, like many of Ares' children did.<br/><br/>"Whoa, calm down Stewart," he stood up, his white stallion frame making him nearly the tallest person in the camp. When needed, he compacted himself into a magical wheelchair, but at camp he usually walked around in full centaur form, "Harold is new here. I'm sure he meant no disrespect," he picked Harold up by the back of his shirt easily and pulled him out of Goldberg's way, "You know how things are on the first day, Stewart," he looked around for Mr. D, but of course the God of Wine had wandered off towards the bonfire, "I know if you calmed down and thought about it, you know your sister is not totally innocent in the situation, are you?" he eyed the girl and wanted her clench her fists. Yes, she was a daughter of the War God, "Are you, Sarah?"<br/><br/>Chiron narrowed his eyes at her and she lowered her head and shook it, "I was pretty rude to him too...sir."<br/><br/>"Now then, I'm sure we sit down and talk this out. Can't we?" the centaur said softly.