<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>Abigale couldn't help but smile when he asked what a harpy was. It had been a long time since she'd met someone that knew nearly nothing about Greek Mythology. Most of the kids here at least knew the basics, Vincent didn't even seem to have that. It was hard to believe he was a demigod. Most half-bloods found Greek Mythology easy to understand because the language was the easiest for them to understand, but Vincent seemed more interested in his cars and such. It was almost endearing.<br/><br/>"hey are winged creatures with a face that looks like a hag. Very ugly. Not something you want to wake up to pecking at your intestines," she sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest, "I didn't know you'd be in here. I just noticed you weren't in the cabin when I went in there for the night and decided to come look for you. A lot of kids come and hide out up here, but it's not very safe. The harpies have really good sense of smell. I'd hate to hear that you were found pecked to death tomorrow morning before we even find out who your parent is."<br/><br/>"Why didn't you just find a cot or a bunk in the cabin?"