zeva knew the summer had already started, but she hadn’t managed to convince her mom to let go (and not join her, not that she’d be allowed across camp borders) until just recently, but as soon as she’d been able, zeva was on a plane across the country and on a bus to montauk. the cab driver thought she was a little weird for wanting to be dropped off in front of a random strawberry field, but a good tip had stopped him from asking questions.
so zeva took her bags - a small suitcase with clothes and a humongous duffel with all her various prostheses and folding wheelchair for when she was feeling super lazy - and hiked up the hill and across the border. she’d dreamed about this day ever since she learned what camp half-blood was. her mom hated her for going (she was clingy and just... had some issues), but zeva knew this was where she belonged. on her way down to the main house (she assumed that was where she was supposed to go?) she tripped on a rock and lost hold of the giant duffel, which rolled down the hill. “my legs!” she exclaimed, not realizing that it wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, especially since she had long pants and sneakers on.
