<div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/eleah_29/1608/16-023.jpg)<br/><em>Lilac...arriving at camp and heading straight to the bonfire.</em></div><br/>Lilac LeJeune was late, but that didn't really bother her. Honestly, on the first day, cabin leaders could barely keep track of who survived, who returned, whose body was found and who the unclaimed might belong to. One late returnee was hardly on their list of priorities. Besides, Lilac preferred to keep to herself anyway. The veterans knew who she was, but very few had actually talked to her. She preferred nature to people, and she was okay with that.<br/><br/>However, she knew that Phil...her brother...would be at the campfire, and she figured she should go over and say hi. He was the cabin leader, and she was glad to not have that extra burden of responsibility. She would much rather lay in the strawberry fields or the edge of the forest and just listen to nature. Most people didn't understand how alive nature was, but Lilac did. Her father hadn't cared one bit for plants or gardening, but he liked her cooking. He was a high school teacher, and for some reason Demeter had decided to have a fling with him. She was the one who named Lilac, leaving a little necklace with her name and a picture of the flower on it when she abandoned her to her mortal father.<br/><br/>She was 17 when the monsters started getting more insistent. That's when she learned how to use a bow and arrow, although she still preferred to fight using her powers over nature. She managed to defeat a couple, but when a cyclops sent her father to the hospital, she decided enough was enough...she had to get away from him and make sure he was safe. That's when she discovered Camp Half-Blood, and she'd been here every summer since. Which, of course, was only two summers...but enough to know the ropes. She had just gotten back from a quest from her mother, fixing a famine in rural Russia. Luckily she was able to cure the plants, and the people were now recovering. It might not have been as exciting as fighting monsters or chasing gorgons, but she just saved a small village's life. That was good enough for her.<br/><br/>Walking through the gates, she first went to the cabin number four and found the bunk bed close to Phil's that she always took. Staking her claim, she headed out to the campfire. She wore jeans, flip-flops and a short sleeved button down green shirt. Her hair was braided in a single plait down her back, and she wore the locket that Demeter had left with her father.<br/><br/>She smiled at a few people who looked her way, but she found Phil and walked over to sit down next to him. Instead of making a smore, she just started eating a marshmallow as she looked over to him. She saw Jason, a son of Aphrodite, but her high guard allowed her to overcome that flutter of the heart that happened when the love goddess' sons were around. She was still attracted to him, as the magic wasn't completely useless, but she simply gave a polite nod and then looked at the fire...not saying anything.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br/>The redhead was about ready to continue her conversation with Abigale when she heard a feminine voice by her ear. Turning, she smiled at a pretty little blonde who seemed rather fragile and delicate. When she said that she assumed she belonged in the Aphrodite cabin, Rosetta chuckled and shrugged.<br/><br/>"Is it that obvious?"<br/><br/>Sighing, she looked back up into blue eyes that were very similar to her own.<br/><br/>"I'm still unclaimed, so I'm staying in Hermes' cabin until my...our...mother claims me. If she even does."<br/><br/>It didn't settle well with her that this girl was claimed and she wasn't, but she couldn't blame Lexi for that.<br/><br/>"I'm Rosetta. You said your name was Lexi? It's nice to meet you. I'm new as well."<br/><br/>Abigale introduced herself, and Rosetta looked back to Stewart. He was handsome, but she could feel the violence emanate from him in waves. Undoubtedly not a very pleasant person all the time, but then again, she shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Turning back to the girls, she picked out a piece of chocolate and ate it.