Haven Ashlynn Hayes

wanna train together?? Or something else, im bored.

@aurorasunshinewest

wanna train together?? Or something else, im bored.

@aurorasunshinewest

TW'S : None (shockimg im not doing angst of her rn..)

Simone was sitting on a picnic blanket, art supplies all over the picnic blanket, messy paint brushes, paint, papers and canvas', pencils... etcetera. He stuck her tongue out as he sketched out the lake and trees onto the canvas in front of her, humming.

Simone looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow, "oh? Hello! Do you need something!" She smiled.

Maybe she could practice her violin! It had been while anyways since she had even opened the case of that thing.

Haven found a really nice spot, with a dazzling view of the lake, and hopefully far enough from the amphitheaters camp sing alongs that they wouldn't hear her play.

It had been quite some time since she actually attended the campfire, mostly staying in her cabin and training when everyone else was at meals so she could avoid most social interactions.

She was curious if the apollo kid from earlier would actually show up like they said. What was his name again?– Oh right, Asher..

Sure, Have had friends before but she lost most of them in the war, and she didn't bother much to make new ones after— Maybe Asher would want to be her friend!

She didn't know why the thought made her so giddy, but it seemed so exciting if she actually had a friend again!

@mildly-mythological

-@aurorasunshinewest

-@aurorasunshinewest

-@aurorasunshinewest

-@aurorasunshinewest

-@aurorasunshinewest

TW'S : None (shockimg im not doing angst of her rn..)

Simone was sitting on a picnic blanket, art supplies all over the picnic blanket, messy paint brushes, paint, papers and canvas', pencils... etcetera. He stuck her tongue out as he sketched out the lake and trees onto the canvas in front of her, humming.

Simone looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow, "oh? Hello! Do you need something!" She smiled.

Maybe she could practice her violin! It had been while anyways since she had even opened the case of that thing.

Haven found a really nice spot, with a dazzling view of the lake, and hopefully far enough from the amphitheaters camp sing alongs that they wouldn't hear her play.

Oh golly... the road's getting bumpy...

All interaction welcome and appreciated!

Argo had been walking for... much too long. Considering he's a demigod (therefore a monster magnet), walking on foot, and unable to drive, he's completely fucked in the sense of travel. Never once has Argo prayed to his father- but right now, Hermes is seeming like a viable option.

The teenager is tired, hungry, and- as if he wasn't already stressed enough, seeing his family after months of minimal-to-no contact, his prosthetic arm broke! Argo is somewhere in the woods between Camp Half-Blood and Commodus' palace... he's probably lost, but he's following his gut. Maybe Hermes will help him for once.

Argo rubs his eyes, his wings giving a small flutter as he lets himself sit down. He looks like he's about to fall asleep- then he sees you.

Haven jumps, somehow not noticing Argo until he said something

"I could say the same thing.. Who tf are you?"

She scowled, eyes glancing over Argo's injuries, but nocking an arrow and drawing her bow back anyways.

"Shi– Sorry.." She mumbled, already backing up and most likely preparing to bolt.

She was too terrified to look at whoever she bumped into, but she extended her hand to the person on the ground, waiting to help them up.

Gee, she was walking into everyone today.

@mildly-mythological

“ no need to apologize..I also wasn’t looking where I was going, typical me..” Claire said as she took the girls hand to help herself up, brushing the dirt on her already dirty shorts

“ im..claire by the way..claire springfield..daughter of demeter.” She offered with a sheepish smile and was going to shake her hand but realized she was already holding the girls hand so she foolishly just shook the joined hands up and down

TW'S : None (shockimg im not doing angst of her rn..)

Simone was sitting on a picnic blanket, art supplies all over the picnic blanket, messy paint brushes, paint, papers and canvas', pencils... etcetera. He stuck her tongue out as he sketched out the lake and trees onto the canvas in front of her, humming.

Simone looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow, "oh? Hello! Do you need something!" She smiled.

Maybe she could practice her violin! It had been while anyways since she had even opened the case of that thing.

Haven found a really nice spot, with a dazzling view of the lake, and hopefully far enough from the amphitheaters camp sing alongs that they wouldn't hear her play.

And so, it was very much a surprise when she suddenly collided with someone and landed with her bum on the wet morning grass, the morning sun blinding her eyes.

Question is, who?

@mildly-mythological

Asher was going back to cabin seven after a night shift, yawning as they sleepily wandered through camp.

"Oh crap..!" he exclaimed as they crashed into each other

She said, eying him carefully.

She crinkled her nose, thinking about it.