#imt.start

       everything was fuzzy. memories of the past night floated across her head in pieces. she knew there was fun, laughter, excitement... but there was also yelling, screaming, running. even her body felt fuzzy, almost numb.

       she sat up in a flash, head pounding with the effort. her vision went almost white, the pain then coming in waves instead of the previous pleasant, numb feeling. 

  Normally, Lir would wait for waves to be produced naturally, but this time around a few nereids had strayed from his father to accompany him and he wanted to show them a good time. So, what better way than to pull the biggest waves, watching them curl in and out of the water, trying to tackle him as he cut through, hands guiding the water so that he could do things that normal surfers couldn’t do, to evade the water nymphs. Eventually, they would trip him up and he would be tugged beneath the waves, tumbling down until he could lay on the sand at the bottom.

        He laughed beneath the surface of the water until he floated idly up, one of the nereids bringing his surfboard to him and this repeated until the early morning sun tracked its path to center. The sun warmed Lir’s face, limbs aching with the exertion of surfing and he felt it was time to paddle in and get food if the rumbling of his stomach was any indication.

     With a sigh, he left behind giggling nereids, their waves of goodbye reflected by him until they blending into the water, more than likely returning to his father. The water chased him up the shore until dry sand clung to his feet and he placed his board in the sand, unzipping his wet suit.  He loved Camp Half-Blood, loved being close to the sea with no worries of monsters or mortal world concerns. Lir took up his board again and started walking, flicking water from his hair with a shake of his head, accidentally hitting a few demigods with stray flecks of water, much to their protests. An easy grin and a quick apology kept him from getting into an altercation, but he didn’t miss the blush on one particular demigod’s face and his grin became a little bit more daring.

                                                                   But food.

       Called away by the needs of his stomach, he commited the demigod’s face to memory before moving on. With his board tucked beneath his arm, wet-suit peeled down to his waistline, Lir left the beach and made the trek back to the main camp, coming upon someone that he knew on his way.