Swim and Love

“Don’t worry. The tiger won’t bite.” Xavier smirked at the camper who came up to the booth that he was helping out. “He’s a giant cuddly cat.” The tiger stood up, resting it’s paws on the table.

She’d been on her way to try and separate some campers from others, when she feels a wave of cold water wash over her. She scowls, looking around for the source. The Eidolon notices her comrade, and walks over angrily, leaving a trail behind her. “Hey! Could you at least try and make sure you don’t hit friends? I was in the middle of something and you’ve ruined it.” 

On the inside, she can feel herself slowly dying. On the outside? You wouldn’t guess how affected she was with the fact that her body was covered in a mixture of mud and what could’ve been either blood or jam. Abigail’s body grins, and she approaches the common area of the camp. She approaches a table full of campers, who all look exhausted, and she stands at the side of them. “How are you enjoying the remodelling?” She inquiries smugly, daring them to challenge her. 

The Eidolon possessing Harrison narrowed his eyes as they watched the younger girl stumbling around, she looked like a deer on ice and it was rather painful to watch. Well it was more painfully obvious that something was controlling her, which wasn’t really fun. “Could you be any more obvious?” he called, just loud enough for her to hear. He still felt that this task required a certain amount of subtlety. 

“So this is camp?” Sheri caught up to the closest person she saw. “Looks like fun, I never went to camp as a kid.” Just the sight of everything around them, the modern mixed with the ancient, made her excited to look around.

There’s tears streaming down her face as she begrudgingly wanders up the hill. She didn’t want to be here, and yet, here she was. The hardest part had been saying goodbye to her parents. As Abigail bites back more tears, she wanders further into the camp, looking around in confusion. “Where am I to go?” She questions, her voice raw from crying, unsure of her words as she choose them. “My English is bad, sorry.” She quickly adds, using a hand to wipe away stray tears. 

She’s still scared, and still crying. Abigail stares at the girl, watching her approach with a cautious look. She looks down at her own dress, noticing how the bottom of her skirt is caked in mud from her hike up the hill. She looks next to her hands, which have remained relatively clean, then take’s the girl’s hand. She offers a smile, but she can feel her head beginning to reprimand her. “I am Abigail. Hello.”

There’s tears streaming down her face as she begrudgingly wanders up the hill. She didn’t want to be here, and yet, here she was. The hardest part had been saying goodbye to her parents. As Abigail bites back more tears, she wanders further into the camp, looking around in confusion. “Where am I to go?” She questions, her voice raw from crying, unsure of her words as she choose them. “My English is bad, sorry.” She quickly adds, using a hand to wipe away stray tears. 

“Well you’re still young..you can take your time.” Damien smiled. “Oh it is. Really interesting if you ask me. You can conserve the ocean once you’re done.”