#kite 4

He’s heard wolves were troubling the chef, the jaguar?, and demigods were dispatched to deal with them. One of the names stood out from the rest: Kite. Viorel eyed the man in question as he passed the lake with Sorin by his side. Once again, the temptation to sick him on Kite was far too deep to dare ignore. But, he abstained. 

Viorel was outside by the banquet hall awfully early. Sorin sat beside him while a lantern was towards his right hand. A textbook and notebook alike sat on the table, open to a page of math problems while the lined notes were partially filled with neat, crisp script. The demigod was busy working on a problem when he heard footsteps. Being before dawn, he wondered why--