new faces. that was the one constant of camp. the demigods had stayed the same for whatever reason in the twelve years that heâs been at camp, there has been a constant influc of new faces and somehow they disappeared leaving a minority of true denizens of camp. mako being one of them and so he could spot a new face out of the crowd like it was breathing. the taller man seemed out of place, that was always another sign as well. â you new here? you look like you could use a little help getting around. iâm mako, the welcome committee! â
@yourfirstsnowâ
Snow was stumped for sure. The pegasi ride wasnât enough shell shock to prepare him for what was actually considered a routine combat practice among centaurs. His mind wandered all avenues as he tried to decide how these beings could actually be real, how the physiology worked, and how... other things worked too. Yet, it was all right there before his eyes, the bounding and rippling of a horses gleaming fur stretching out as the man above flexed and swooped in perfect, effortless, cadence.
After focusing so closely, Makoâs company left Snow blinking twice. Something... normal, but all at once nothing was normal about the guy before him. Still, he took comfort in mirroring his own anatomy again, though he knew not all of their anatomy would match up quite as exact. There was still comfort in that mystery. Snow tried to ditch his dumb fascination and put on a brave grin instead. This wasnât a big deal. âYeah, Iâm new to this block.â Funny or awkward? Snowâs smirk gleamed more naturally and his patient hazel stare sparked in intrigue. â... The welcoming committee. Really? Well... where do you like to start? âthe nameâs Snow, by the way.â


















