Camp Half-Blood (Open)

Amelia smirked at him. She liked that she was getting him all riled up. She had an affect on him. She craned her neck uo as he stood even more. Sometimes she forgot just how tall he was. Most of their banter happened at least at a small distance. Her near five foor five was no where close to his height. She didn't even come up to his chin.
"Of course I was gawking at you hon, you have a beautiful body. Someone has to appreciate it and ut certainly isn't you, letting your beauty go to waste by shutting yourself in the forge all the time." And she took another step towards him, continuing this dance the two of them had. Her neck was straining to look at him but wouldn't back down.
"And you never know," she shrugged her shoulder, "You might find yourself in my cabin. Whether it be for a new wardrobe or a haircut, or a girl, or boy, if you swing that way. You've caught the eye a few, you're just too oblivious to notice."

Amelia narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. She smacked his hand away from her, while secretly finding it endearing. Not that she would ever mention that. "I'm not short. I'll have you know I'm average height for a woman. It's you who's unnaturally tall." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh please," She snorted, "Just about anyone with eyes can see that you're attractive. The fact that I have to listen to more than just a couple of my siblings going on about at you night gets a little boring and repetitive. Don't ask so modest."

“Never.” They wrapped their arms around him, keeping him snug and safe. “We’ll stay here as long as you need to.”
Quietly, he sighed, thinking back to only a few years ago, when they were together under Jaci Jaterê’s roof. This felt the same, yet so different.

He exhaled shakily, taking a few moments just to steady his breathing and his fast beating heart.
"Thank you.." He spoke out softly, having managed to calm down after a few moments. He rubbed his face before moving to look up at Aviv.
"What were you doing in the forest…?"

Aviv rubbed the back of Noah’s head and sighed. “Oh, you saw me? Well. You know. I’m not exactly welcome. Plus… the forest, it reminds me of—“ he was about to say back then, with Jaci Jaterê, but he couldn’t. The little boy wouldn’t understand.
“It reminds me of home, I suppose.” It was partially true. Jaci’s small cottage had been as much of a home as his house with his family. Camp Half-blood, however, not so much.

(I mean, yeah, most of us have more than one)

(Yeah, go for it)

(Wow for a minute there I thought they were conjoined twins)

(I was very confused for a minute until I realized it was two different people.)

(You're good. I just wasn't paying attention lol)

(Well, uh, since there really isn't anyone interacting with each other, I'll post a new starter.)

The dinner bell rang as the sun began to set. Children began to slowly file in. The Apollo campers were chattering about the performance they were putting on at the Amphitheater after dinner. Ares and Athena campers were both strategizing about how to win the capture the flag tournament while simultaneously, glaring at the other cabin. Each cabin was always placed on opposite sides, to make the game fair. No one would win against them if those two were on the same team. It would be the only time the cabins would stop fighting if only to win the game. They took camp games a bit too seriously. The Hermes children were discussing their next pranks. Most of the Hephaestus children were nowhere to be seen, many of them working through meal times. Though they would always sneak in food after hours. Aphrodite campers were talking about a certain sibling of theirs that was missing, last seen on the beach with a certain Hephaestus camper. They were discussing bets among themselves about how long it would take for them to become a couple, not that they would let either of them know they were betting on them.
Chiron had long stopped enforcing for campers to sit at their designated tables. Since expanding the camp to all children of the gods, not just the main twelve gods, it had become too crowded and too much of a hassle to attempt to keep them separated. Even with the camp thinning out due to school starting, it wouldn't be fair to try to enforce the rule. So campers sat among themselves, gossiping and talking about whoever they wished. Chiron and Dionysus sat at the head of the mess, watching over the children, and the god of wine missing his wine, as he sipped on his goblet on juiced.

Wendi heard the dinner bells chiming in the distance and let her form be cloaked by the Mist as she made her way to the dining pavilion. She only dropped the Mist once she arrived there and took her seat at one of the furthest tables typically occupied by her and Dove along with a few other campers they knew well enough. Wendi kept an eye out for Dove hoping the other still planned to sit with her. She wanted to apologize for being rude to Dove earilier.

Dove had spent the afternoon training and practicing archery while Ash had watched, and she and the satyr arrived to dinner together. He had a hand around her shoulder, and she was leaning against him a little since her muscles were sore. They spotted Wendi and moved in her direction.
Dove sat down next to her friend, but Ash was the one to speak first, being the more bubbly and outgoing of the two. “Hey Wendi! How are you doing?” He was not really aware of what occurred that morning, only that some Mist had been stirred up for whatever reason. Dove, meanwhile, offered her a small wave and smile.

Wendi smiled and waved back at Dove. She was glad she hadn't made Dove feel so bad that Dove wasn't going to sit next to Wendi. She glanced over at Ash and gave him a tired smile as she let out a little sigh, "I'm fine. A bit tired, but I'm fine. How about you two?"

“Not too bad myself,” Ash bleated, grabbing a napkin and beginning to nibble on it. Dove, meanwhile, watched Wendi carefully, her eyes slightly wary despite her smile. Then she seemed to relax.
“Just tired, honestly,” she chuckled. “Just tired.”
“Yeah, she was training all afternoon,” Ash remarked, and he rubbed her back. Dove sighed appreciatively before telling her cup to fill with sweet tea and grabbing a few food items to put on her plate.

Amelia narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. She smacked his hand away from her, while secretly finding it endearing. Not that she would ever mention that. "I'm not short. I'll have you know I'm average height for a woman. It's you who's unnaturally tall." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh please," She snorted, "Just about anyone with eyes can see that you're attractive. The fact that I have to listen to more than just a couple of my siblings going on about at you night gets a little boring and repetitive. Don't ask so modest."

( @imNOTdenki )

“Not too bad myself,” Ash bleated, grabbing a napkin and beginning to nibble on it. Dove, meanwhile, watched Wendi carefully, her eyes slightly wary despite her smile. Then she seemed to relax.
“Just tired, honestly,” she chuckled. “Just tired.”
“Yeah, she was training all afternoon,” Ash remarked, and he rubbed her back. Dove sighed appreciatively before telling her cup to fill with sweet tea and grabbing a few food items to put on her plate.

Wendi felt her smile grow on her face. She was glad Dove seemed to be relaxed after Wendi made the initial response. Wendi reached out as well and began to put a bit of food on her plate. She wasn't super hungry at the moment but it felt wrong to not eat in the dining pavilion. She nodded along to Ash's comments, "What, what were you working on Dove?"

Amelia flipped him the finger, for making fun of her height. She thought there was nothing wrong with her height, she could probably do with another inch or two, to give her that model look, but she looked well enough at what she was at.
"Yes, seriously. You should really look in the mirror." Amelia shook her head at him. She bent at the hips, her backside towards him, as she grabbed her towel and things. She pulled on a swimsuit cover. "Come on. The dinner bell rang. If we tale too long, all the good seats will be taken."

Nicolas narrowed his eyes as two twins sat at his table. Sure it was the only table where he was the only one sitting at, but there were other tables the twins could have sat at. He pursed his lips and lowered his head to his food, trying to block out the sounds of twins. It was a bit hard, with their loud bickering. It confused him why anyone would want to dye their hair pink. It was such an obnoxious color. He stabbed his fork aggressively against his plate, as the two twins continued to irritate him. He had given up all notions of subtly and opted for full-on glaring at the two.