<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>The trip back to his cabin went rather uneventful, he wasn't attacked by anything, and he wasn't stopped.  Well he had been greeted by his cousin Nigal, a boy who he knew as being rather pleasant to be around.  His cousin turned away and entered his cabin though, before Desmond had the chance to greet him back.  Shrugging he continued on his way, and silently stripped for bed.<br/><br/>When the morning came though, he woke up with a lazy stretch and sat up in his bed, looking around.  Some of his brothers beds where empty, since some of them where early risers, but the few of them that where still occupied weren't really that close to his own bed, so he didn't really worry about waking someone up.  Sliding out of bed, his feet hit the cold floor and he grabbed up a towel and his shower things to wash up for the day.  He'd shower again, later that night, since he always got sweaty throughout his daily routine, but for now, the idea of a shower sounded nice. Heading in the general direction of the showers, he could smell breakfast in the air already, and his stomach gave a growl of need, making itself known to it's owner in a rather loud manner.<br/><br/>Hurrying through his shower, Desmond quickly returned to the cabin, and dressed, fixing his bed, so that at least it had some semblance of order and rushed out to grab something to eat.  The dining pavilion was filled with some people, but Desmond was sure that soon it would probably be crowded with hungry demi-gods.  Grabbing up some toast and eggs, he sat down and ate quickly.  When he raised his cup up to his mouth, sweet orange juice filled his mouth.<br/><br/>With his stomach now full, he left the pavilion, heading over to behind the climbing wall to start his morning practices.  He usually spent most of the morning working on his mist manipulation.  It didn't usually go well, and he had made very little progress, but he still kept at it, wanting to improve in something at least.  Not that he wanted or needed to show off if he got it right, but at least he'd know that he accomplished something all by himself.  And the plus in all of it was that mist manipulation was a very handy tool.  Taking up a steady stance, he closed his eyes and concentrated.  Hopefully he'd do better than the few whisp's, he'd managed to produce so far.