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Arian shrugged, easily catching the bow; he was taking most of this surprisingly well, but then he'd never been all that normal, even without the demigod powers. "Nothing quite that impressive. Let's see... animals really like me - as in grizzly-bear-coming-out-of-nowhere-and-tearing-a-would-be-robber-to-shreds like me, though wolves seem particularly fond of me. I'm good with a bow, if I do say so myself. I've got damn good instincts and heightened smell, sight, and hearing. Oh, and for some reason I always feel a little stronger under the moonlight." Of course, what he didn't mention was the dark whispers in his mind that were always loudest around the new moon...

Arian quirked an eyebrow, wondering how the heck this counted as a test, but nevertheless complied, scanning the items and . Eventually, however, he was torn between two items: a pan flute, and, ironically enough considering Maya's earlier comment, a small crescent moon pendant that one of Artemis's hunters had accidentally left behind on their last visit to camp.

(Translation: His dad's Pan, and Artemis helped when there were some difficulties conceiving him, essentially making her his second mother.)

Arian stared a moment, but managed to piece together the gist of what she was saying: from the sound of things, she wanted to contact his godly parents or something. Still... "I just got here. How would I know where to find a hose?"
The satyr, while obviously still a little awed to be in the presence of Pan's son, managed to snap out of it and helpfully pointed Maya toward the nearest hose and one of the spray bottles the campers used for Iris-messaging.

The satyr immediately complied, hurrying off to get Rose like Maya said.
Arian, on the other hand, just sat there, not quite sure what the heck the big deal was and not quite willing enough to risk making himself look like an idiot by asking - he was sure she'd clue him in eventually, anyway.

Arian just quirked an eyebrow, still not understanding what the heck was going on and finally giving in to the urge to ask. "Would someone please clue the newbie in? Because I don't understand what you lot are so worked up about," he quipped dryly.

(Uh, why the crying-face? Did I do something wrong? sweatdrop )

Arian nodded slowly, absorbing this information. "I see... so basically, it's a case of 'misfits need to stick together'?" he asked wryly. He didn't particularly seem to mind, though.

Arian gave a grin, taking the offered hand. "Well, either way, nice to know I've got at least some friends around here," he noted.

"Maybe they're paying homage to the fact that you've probably got more divine power in your pinky than any of the other campers have in their entire body?" Arian suggested with amusement, following her. "I mean, I doubt any of them have the ability to time-travel or whatever."