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 Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 9:37 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 6:17 pm
 Adonia sat down on her bed, wondering exactly what had gone on there. She sat there for exactly two seconds before she purposely fell off her bed, banging her forehead on the carpet."Owww," she said, rubbing the spot on her forehead where she had fallen, but still very angry with herself.
It made sense now. Lyra had a crush on Kevin, who might've liked her back, and Gabriel himself had admitted that he loved, or used to love, Adonia. She realized now why Kevin was so upset. By rejecting Gabriel, she had screwed up the natural order of things. She closed her eyes, as though her thoughts caused her pain. "I screwed up bad," she murmured, wiping the rainwater roughly off her face. She sighed, going up to her dresser and changing into new clothes before letting her hair down and pacing the room. As she did, her eyes turned dark blue, almost black as the night continued on. Even now, the armory would be in a mess of unwanted emotions and unspoken feelings. She kneaded her forehead, partly because it still hurt, and partly because she was angry at herself.
What could she do? She couldn't just go back and ask Gabriel out on a date. She sighed. Hopefully, Lyra would get over Gabe and get together with Kevin. A small tug of doubt remained in her stomach however. Did she really want to date Gabe? He had a bunch of great qualities. He was smart, funny, strong, and not bad-looking either, but somehow, she couldn't see them being more than just friends. Even less, now that he seemed to have stopped loving her. She groaned. Why did she have to screw this up.
She tried to imagine Gabriel having his arm around her, while Kevin had his arm around Lyra. It wasn't a hard picture to imagine. She clasped her hands together, sighing. Best to let things run its' course. "I'll talk to all of them tomorrow, and see how it goes," she decided, folding her arms, her face set.
She sat down on her bed, reading through an Ancient Greek verse of Homer, sighing. She found that when she was anxious, her dyslexia acted up, and she was finding it extremely hard to read Greek. Realizing she would like to read something English, she picked up a book from the pile stacked on her bedside table. Squinting at the title, she realized with fury that it was A Midsummer Night's Dream. "Urgh!" She chucked the book across the room, where it hit the door and slid down. She was so upset, she caused it to rain around her cabin only, and even added a few thunderclouds just for dramatic effect.
☂Daughter of Zeus☂
╭☆╯ O God most glorious, called by many a name, Nature's great King, through endless years the same; Omnipotence, who by your just decree Controls all, hail, Zeus, for unto you Must your creatures in all lands call. We are your children, we alone, of all On earth's broad ways that wander to and fro, Bearing your image wheresoever we go.
Cleanthes
(c. 300 - 220 B.C.) ((Consider this my apology.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 6:37 pm
(( >=}O See the snowball effect you caused by backing out on Gabe like that? Yea...a...a big one.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 4:09 am
SK Loda ((So if it's night time, she has black eyes? Gods can be angry without cursing people. I don't think cabin sabotage is enough of an offense to be painfully cursed by a god. Boreas is always angry at people, you don't see him just walking around cursing humanity, because he's angry do you? No, you don't.)) ((Well, actually, Boreas doesn't curse, but he kills. If he doesn't like you one day, he'll throw a massive snow storm at you the next. He's angry most of the time, which means he's usually killing people. Unless the storms don't kill the person. Though, I must agree. I think the only deity that would curse someone for the destruction of a cabin would be Demeter, as she cursed someone for not allowing her son to be immortal. ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 1:22 pm
Standing from her bed, Adonia picked up her silver necked brush and ran it through her now elbow-length hair, pulling it through and taming her unusually unruly black hair. Her pale skin practically shone in the darkness of the cabin as she straightened her clothes and took a dark blue ribbon to tie her hair with.
Grimacing, she blinked her long-lashed gray eyes, wrinkling her nose when she saw a few pale freckles emerge on the bridge of her nose. She put down her brush and tied her shoelaces before picking up her electric dagger and sticking it in her belt. She scowled in the mirror, angry that she had messed things up so badly. Still, the best thing to do now was to let it pass. She opened her bedside table drawer and pulled out a small, dusty little chest. She opened it to find a shining silver necklace, which she promptly put on.
The necklace itself was large, with a large lunar charm on the end, which began to light up slightly in the dark. She put it under her shirt, so that the glowing disappeared, and the silver chain was only visible. She also affixed another lunar charm in her hair, and a silver wristwatch to her wrist. All three happened to be gifts, and wearing them, she felt happy and strong. She looked in the mirror, wearing a hair clip from an old friend, the lunar necklace from Enzo Sieger, and the wristwatch from her father.
The ribbon she was wearing was her mother's, and very, very old. She could imagine her mother standing there by the door, scolding her gently. "Adonia, tell me you haven't lost your ribbon again?" she could imagine her saying. "Take mine then," she had said, holding out her dark blue ribbon for her daughter to take. It had been with her since.
☂Daughter of Zeus☂
╭☆╯ O God most glorious, called by many a name, Nature's great King, through endless years the same; Omnipotence, who by your just decree Controls all, hail, Zeus, for unto you Must your creatures in all lands call. We are your children, we alone, of all On earth's broad ways that wander to and fro, Bearing your image wheresoever we go.
Cleanthes
(c. 300 - 220 B.C.)
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 3:01 pm
Taking the cleaning supplies out, Adonia scrubbed hard at all the wooden surfaces, and mopped the floor until it shone like the sun. She organized the books on the shelves, and made all the beds. She straightened the cushions and pushed in all the chairs and dusted the armor. She took good care of the weapons around the Zeus cabin, and polished them thoroughly.
She wiped all the windows until they were sparkling clean, and smoothed out the cushions on the chairs around the cabin. She opened each window to let in a cool breeze, and, quickly running outside, collected a few wildflowers which she put in a glass jug, filled halfway with water. Just something to brighten up the cabin, as she put it on one of the tables. She swept all the dust from under the beds, and folded the clothes into their trunks.
Wiping the dust and grime off the walls, she smiled, looking around her practically spotless cabin and feeling proud. She straightened a few portraits and rearranged the flowers in her vase. She smiled, and sat down on one of the armchairs, closing her eyes and relaxing.
☂Daughter of Zeus☂
╭☆╯ O God most glorious, called by many a name, Nature's great King, through endless years the same; Omnipotence, who by your just decree Controls all, hail, Zeus, for unto you Must your creatures in all lands call. We are your children, we alone, of all On earth's broad ways that wander to and fro, Bearing your image wheresoever we go.
Cleanthes
(c. 300 - 220 B.C.)
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 3:26 pm
Thinking of an idea, Adonia stood up, and grinned. She opened her palms, created an orb of electricity about as big as a lightbulb. She created another, and another, replacing them with the normal lightbulbs, so that they would never go out, and save them money on the electric bill.
She also stepped outside for a moment, and with some creative energy, managed to produce a small raincloud that hovered above the garden and birdbath, keeping them both well watered.
Stepping back inside, she took a look around, enjoying the clean, spring sight, and especially proud of her light-bulb replacements, which hovered towards the ceiling, keeping the cabin better lit than the old light-bulbs ever could.
☂Daughter of Zeus☂
╭☆╯ O God most glorious, called by many a name, Nature's great King, through endless years the same; Omnipotence, who by your just decree Controls all, hail, Zeus, for unto you Must your creatures in all lands call. We are your children, we alone, of all On earth's broad ways that wander to and fro, Bearing your image wheresoever we go.
Cleanthes
(c. 300 - 220 B.C.)
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 3:22 pm
Teeth chattering, Adonia moved into the warmth of her cabin, taking in the smell of ozone and enjoying the familiar stone walls. She warmed herself up by wrapping herself in a few blankets, and then, looking around as if for spies, opened one of the closet doors. It was common knowledge that every cabin was totally awesome, thanks to the Stoll Twins and their thieving siblings, but Adonia didn't trust anyone outside the Zeus cabin with their appliances. She found a bag of popcorn, which she quickly microwaved before turning to the TV, putting on a silly scientific show called MythBusters. The science was all wrong of course, but all the same, she enjoyed watching them blow up random crap. Sitting down on the couch, she brought her knees up to her chin and watched the screen, trying to take her mind off of the fight that was to come. Yes, she and Gabriel were 'together' now. Yes, Lyra and Kevin were 'together' now. But the betrayal had been huge, and it wasn't going to be peachy when they met again. But camp was only so big, and they couldn't stay confined to cabins forever. She sighed, shaking more frost and dew out of her messy black hair: Despite the warm weather, she still felt cold, and dressed warmly before sitting back down.
She tried to imagine Kevin and Lyra dating, and she was surprised that she could. They seemed like an unlikely pair at first glance, and she had never thought... She frowned, as the first show ended and the second one started. Putting away her bowl, she stood, leaving the TV on, while she let down her hair and combed through it, leaving it much nicer looking than before. She crossed over to her desk, picking up her notebook and returning to her seat, where she started to draw a beautiful little western flower, stung by Eros' arrow. She then drew a mischievous looking boy with goat-legs (a satyr, of course) and horns, who was looking down at the flower with a nasty little smile on his face as if he was going to do something very nasty indeed. Beneath his hooves, she wrote, "Robin Goodfellow... Or Puck," she proclaimed, her face grinning in spite of the mischievous deeds of Puck, the servant of Oberon.
"Though I do suppose it is like the works of William..." she murmured, her sudden desire for his works had left her thinking deeply of his many sonnets and plays, which surprisingly played into her own life, quite often. However, she should return to the matter at hand. Lyra and Gabriel. Gabriel and Adonia. Kevin and Lyra. Kevin and Gabriel. She almost laughed at the last one. Still, they weren't romantically involved, it was their friendship that was at stake. No matter how many happy memories replaced the others, that day in the Armory would forever be burned in her mind. It was like trying to get rid of your shadow. It might fade, but the slightest change, and it would return, dark as ever.
"Perhaps I should call..." she started, but she pursed her lips when she remembered that her orange cellphone, given to her by Chiron, was used for emergencies only, and was really only safe at camp anyway. An Iris Message perhaps? But IMing would involve seeing her face, and Adonia didn't want more pain added to her memory. But she desperately wanted to talk to Lyra, her old friend, and hear about what was going on, or what would go on. She didn't like the odds of Kevin and Gabriel in a fight. Kevin might be a son of Ares, but Gabe had powers, and was definitely not a bad fighter either.
She stood, dressing in black pants and a black sweater despite the heat. A somber outfit for a somber occasion. Plus, she'd need layers if she was to visit Gabriel's cabin again. She glanced at the mirror, almost astonished by the young woman that looked back at her. It had been many years, since Adonia's arrival at camp, and she had certainly changed. For one thing, she now stood at five foot eight, and her curly black hair had snaked down her back and to her elbows. Her face was more mature, and thinner somehow, and her eyes had a harder glint to them. Her lips curved into a thin line, and her pale skin almost shone in the half-light. She almost smiled at the thought of the younger Adonia, who had first stood in the Zeus cabin, with a look of wonder upon her face. That Adonia no longer existed. Or at least most of her didn't. The Adonia who was originally inexperienced, joyful in almost every aspect of life, and... short.
Still, part of the original Adonia existed in their somewhere, and she was happy for it. But living as a half-blood was never easy, Adonia knew that. But she hadn't expected part of her hardships to be caused out of the never-dying love many of the campers experienced for each other. Death and love. Two things that seemed to walk, hand-in-hand in this modern world.
☂Daughter of Zeus☂
╭☆╯ O God most glorious, called by many a name, Nature's great King, through endless years the same; Omnipotence, who by your just decree Controls all, hail, Zeus, for unto you Must your creatures in all lands call. We are your children, we alone, of all On earth's broad ways that wander to and fro, Bearing your image wheresoever we go.
Cleanthes
(c. 300 - 220 B.C.)
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 5:43 pm
Trying to escape the heat, Adonia pulled out a fan from one of the closets, turning it on and sitting in front of it, trying to cool off. Grimacing, she tried to remember her first crush. It was a boy who lived down the street, she remembered. When she was six years old. What was his name again? Trent Winsome. He had strawberry blond hair and freckles. She laughed to herself, knowing had the first crush feeling felt. Then it had been another boy when she was ten. She had forgotten his name, but he had short dark-brown hair, olive skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. He also had big ears that stuck out. She grinned, standing and walking over to her bed, sitting down, her arms wrapped around her knees.
Her taste in boys had changed over the years, changing from tall, pale blonds to short, olive-skinned brunettes. But now she had Gabriel. She pursed her lips, trying not to smile as she imagined his handsome face and long blond hair that stood in the way of his jade colored eyes. She reached over for a large book she had kept since she first entered Camp. It was actually an old photo album, which she kept full of pictures. There were pictures of Lyra, Claire, Nico and Kevin, but also pictures of Chiron and Mr. D. She frowned at the fact there were none of Gabriel. She made a mental note to take a picture of him to put in the book.
"Wonder how Claire's doing?" She wondered aloud, trying to decide if she should visit her sister. She grinned, relishing the fact that no one made the connection that they were sisters. Besides their stormy gray eyes, that occasionally changed bright, electric blue, they had nothing in common, except for their pale skin and athletic figures. But Claire was a porcelain blond, and Adonia had jet black hair. She wondered if most Big Three kids had dark hair, realizing with a jolt that Claire was one of the few Big Three campers with blond hair. Now, considering it, she was the only blond Big Three camper.
"I wonder..." She said softly. She yawned, looking up at the calender. It was Sunday, and tomorrow would be Monday, and like all Mondays, she made a promise to wake up early, and sleep late on Sundays. She grimaced, wishing it was morning, so she could sleep in her bed, but she still had things to do. She wondered if she should visit Phoenix. He was probably lonely, and she hadn't ridden him in a while.
Tying her hair back, she got up from her bed, taking her riding helmet and boots, and put them both on before leaving the Zeus Cabin so she could go ride Phoenix, and on second thought, snatched up two apples and a bag of sugar cubes for the fussy Pegasus.
☂Daughter of Zeus☂
╭☆╯ O God most glorious, called by many a name, Nature's great King, through endless years the same; Omnipotence, who by your just decree Controls all, hail, Zeus, for unto you Must your creatures in all lands call. We are your children, we alone, of all On earth's broad ways that wander to and fro, Bearing your image wheresoever we go.
Cleanthes
(c. 300 - 220 B.C.)
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 3:07 pm
Adonia walked back into her cabin, her jet black hair covered in leaves and twigs and her chin smudged with dirt. She sat in front of a mirror for a moment, suppressing a smile as she looked at herself. It looked as though she had rolled around on the forest floor and the ground had stuck to her. She grimaced, before picking up a clean set of clothes: a camp tee and a pair of jeans, and quickly showered and changed into her new clothes. She dried her hair and tied it back in a loose bun and sat down on the couch, her pale arms wrapping around her knees. She rested her chin between her kneecaps, closing her eyes, just enjoying the sounds of birds resting outside on the roof, and even taking comfort at the sound of monsters in the woods that licked the side on the Zeus Cabin. "Hrrmmmpfff..." She said with her mouth closed, enjoying the ability of talking without actually forming words. Sometimes there just wasn't anything to say. She wondered vaguely if Claire would be returning to the cabin soon. She looked over at Claire's bunk.
"Wow...she's so much neater than me," Adonia laughed softly, enjoying the sight of Claire's tidy bed, and the neat stack of books and sketchbooks by her bed. She turned to her bunk, where the bed was made, but scraps of paper littered the surface, and several messy sketches were pinned up to the wall next to her bunk. She picked up her dagger and tossed it in her hands for a moment, taking aim at a dartboard across the cabin. Sticking out her tongue and closing an eye, she threw the dagger, which barely hit the rim of the bullseye. She grimaced. Not bad. Not bad at all. "Wonder where Gabe and Lyra are," She muttered, standing up and pulling on her jacket over her orange t-shirt to find them. Perhaps they'd be in completely different locations, or perhaps they'd be sitting there together. She bit her lip. She knew Gabriel wouldn't betray her trust, and she had trust in Lyra as well. Best to check the Boreas Cabin and the Armory first. She stood, putting on her necklace, full of useful charms like her eagle, dove, wolf, and lunar charms. She smiled briefly at the charms, and a sudden, wonderful idea sprang into her mind. She would have to use it as soon as she found Gabriel and Lyra. Best to find Lyra first.
☂Daughter of Zeus☂
╭☆╯ O God most glorious, called by many a name, Nature's great King, through endless years the same; Omnipotence, who by your just decree Controls all, hail, Zeus, for unto you Must your creatures in all lands call. We are your children, we alone, of all On earth's broad ways that wander to and fro, Bearing your image wheresoever we go.
Cleanthes
(c. 300 - 220 B.C.)
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 4:42 pm
xxxxxxxxxx✗xxＬxxчxxяxxɑxxＪxxɵxxηxxεxxsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✗xxÐɑυɢʜтεяxxxxxѲғxxxxxҺερʜɑεsтυsI am on the hillAs the morning fog covered her, Lyra looked up at the glory of the Zeus' cabin. Out of all the cabins, it seemed as if it was the largest. Upon her arrival, a crack of lightning flashed in the mortal world, an echo of booming of thunder running through the camp. Camp Half-Blood was pretty much sleeping, being morning, but she had stayed up for most of the week, anyways. Hypnos had tried to come to her when she was with Kevin, but it didn't happen. The cabin was made of a beautiful marble, and the front had steps. They were leading you to the best and upheld cabin. It reminded her of the Parthenon on Acropolis, except maybe less Athena-like. There were two columns in the front, the tops decorated with designs of kills, lightning bolts, and eagles. They were wonderfully crafted, as if the architect of Olympus had crafted them. The whole front was looked made of a solid marble, but she expected something better. The walls were sparkling white, and were decorated with the sky and the downfall of Cronus, the time of the gods. There were the twelve zodiac signs along the bottom repeating themselves. Sitting upon the columns was this triangular sign, which read "Cabin One, Zeus" in Ancient Greek. Above the words was a circle, where the symbol of a lightning bolt, and an eagle's head behind it sat. Across the way was the Hera cabin, close to the Zeus cabin, but yet feminine.
She expected something big to happen, as her shoulders ran a feeling of tense throughout her whole body. She could leave now, she told herself. But through the fog of the morning, it was thinning. Soon, Gabe, who was probably still on the hill, would be able to see her. Unfortunate. She couldn't leave, she couldn't leave that fast. And anyways, Zeus would probably echo another thunder just to warn his daughter that she was leaving. It was if the god of weather just hated her guts, which was possible. Lyra had to admit, the idea of walking into the cabin which she had veered away purposely from scared her. She was afraid of many things. Deep water, Notus, Angry Cronus, but also pride. Zeus was a factor she didn't want to talk about, maybe it was because it was such a scary thing, as he could turn her into a cloud or something, or make her in Tarturus for eternity just because she made his daughter cry. She told herself many times that her father and Aglaia were her safety, strong deities when together, but the daughter of Hephaestus couldn't feel but nervousness.
And anyways, she was talking to the person she had stayed away from for how long? Manly because of distaste for her, her voice tainted with hatred. She knew it wasn't nice to be so mad at someone that had been thrown into a prison of curses, tears and sighs, but she couldn't help herself. But she calmed herself down, if Adonia was very emotional, she could let out powerful blasts. Which was why Herakles, a son of Zeus, stayed calm at all times. Not many people knew how strong a child of Zeus could really be, because Thalia never latched out her fury. Just small zaps at the Seaweed Brain. Maybe it was because she wasn't so close to her father as Adonia was, hating the plain idea of being a child of Zeus. She shook her head, back to the main idea. It was pretty hard for her not to hate the idea of being near the person she had desperately tried to not talk to. Hatred, she hated her because how she ruined things up. She felt pity, because she knew apologies were bound to follow. She could roll her eyes and walk away for the first few times, but now it had to be done. The fog of Eos dissipated, and she was visible by everyone that was up so early. She sighed, and raised her hand up to knock.
It dropped just as slow. How was she supposed to knock, and explain all that was happening? All the good, all the bad. It was impossible for her to really speak, now. Her mouth was sealed shut, the only thing she could really do was talk to herself, saying pitiful words to herself that lowed her self-esteem. Lyra knew that it wouldn't be a happy talk, Gabe's talk wasn't a happy talk. She knew the cabin would be empty for just her and Adonia. She needed peace. No, you need the armory.her mind told her. It was true. A longing for her mallet rang through her. She sighed, she couldn't just run off to go do some metallurgy, now. She was unsure of how long she had spent there, standing on the steps of the Zeus' cabin, thinking things through. She pounded her fist onto her metal leg, a small echoing sound running through her ears. Well, the daughter of Zeus could obviously hear her. She slapped herself, but that just led to more of the thoughts telling herself what to do. Integrity told her to knock. Her sub-conscious told her to go blow off some steam at the armory. How angry would she be at Adonia? Would she lash out like she did at Gabe, but this time not being a warning?
She looked around the cabins. Beside her, the Hera cabin seemed to be staring back at her. It spooked her slightly. Hera never liked Hephaestus, just pretended to like the lame son she had made birth to. Tossing him off Olympus, he was always one for vengeance. He trapped her to a throne. The eyes of the peacock, her symbol behind wedding rings, seemed to stare at her. Behind the cabin was the Poseidon cabin. Another cabin not to deal with. Fire, water, not a mixing thing. Then the cabin she most dreaded at the moment, the Ares cabin. She wondered how Kevin was doing, how he must have been feeling at the moment. Anger was usually something he usually experienced. From the quarrel between him and Gabe, she was sure that problem would need to fixed. Her eyes took back to the door. A painted yellow lightning bolt was in the center. Ah, yes, it would need to be fixed. Fixed up. Right after the discussion.
Another sigh escaped her lips. She lifted her hand up to knock, and there, her hand hit the door. With a cringe, she closed her eyes. No movement came from inside of what she could hear. The soft breeze of Zephyr was running through camp, warming it up. Lyra cleared her throat softly, she would need to talk, because she was obviously going to be unable to really knock on the door, loud enough for Adonia to hear. For a while she had been speechless, but now she had found some words that came into her mouth, and were ready to speak. "Adonia....? It's Lyra, the daughter of Hephaestus. I've heard you've been looking for me... I guess it's time we talk."she said at a strong voice. It sounded slightly independent, slightly scared. She gripped the door knob, and pushed it. "I'm coming in, okay?"she asked, and took in a step into the Zeus cabin."Sing, clear-voiced Mousa, of Hephaistos famed for inventions (klytometis). With bright-eyed Athene he taught men glorious crafts throughout the world,--men who before used to dwell caves in the mountains like wild beasts. But now that they have learned crafts through Hephaistos the famed worker (klytotekhnes), easily they live a peaceful life in their own houses the whole year round. Be gracious, Hephaistos, and grant me success and prosperity!
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 4:51 pm
((o,O *twitch* *twitch* longest post ever. After the length of your other post which was so recent, I didn't think it was physically possible to type up an even longer one so quickly. I clicked the button, and was crushed by an avalanche of text. Good post though.))
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 5:11 pm
Adonia looked up, surprisingly calm. she was just about to look for Lyra, and yet here she was, at her front door. A wave of relief crashed over Adonia, and she had a hard time hiding her glee at the sight of her friend. She managed to calm herself, an ability her mother always said was important, but something she didn't take seriously. She stared at Lyra, drinking in the sight of her friend, who she felt she hadn't seen in so long. She remembered fondly the brown hair and eyes, tinged with a fiery red. Her eyes fleeted to Lyra's metal leg, a leg, she remembered, had been crushed by a tree years ago. It had taken Lyra quite a while to repair her metal cast.
She didn't smile, just stood there comfortably, opening the door a little wider, her eyes apprehensive as Lyra walked in. She watched the way Lyra moved, like she was afraid. She realized that the cabin was probably intimating, and she suddenly felt embarrassed about all the times she had lost control and just... well, blasted things to smithereens. She rubbed her arms, feeling cold for some reason, but Lyra's aura was warm, and she quickly felt better. She gestured to a chair by the fireplace, something she had long abandoned trying to light.
"You act so... like this is the first time you've been here," Adonia laughed nervously. She could feel the awkwardness level climb to an epic height, and felt her face turn slightly pink. She didn't know if she should be angry, fearful, sad, or joyful, and it was a little bit of everything, though the anger wasn't directed at Lyra. It was directed at herself. She settled herself down in a spindly chair with a faded blue cushion. The legs were carved ornately with lightning bolts and eagles, like everything else, and the back felt bumpy. She twisted in her seat slightly and saw the image of Herakles slaying the Nemean Lion. She frowned, uncomfortable with Lyra's small, shy, hesitant steps, and realized she had set a dangerous image of herself. She made a mental note to acheive self-control, something she had never really maintained.
"Everyone's pretty pissed at me, huh?" she said quietly, crossing her ankles and staring down at her feet like she was a young child caught doing something naughty. She closed her eyes and waited for the mother to dish out the punishment, like standing in the corner for five minutes. She opened her eyes again and reminded herself she was not a little child, and Lyra was not an unhappy mother. She coughed slightly, before turning back up and forcing herself to stare at Lyra's eyes. She swallowed her pride, and waited for Lyra to tell her the bad news about something. She remembered how furious Kevin had gotten when she said she had been missing Lyra. Kevin had complained to her he hadn't slept in days, and that Lyra was crying nonstop. She would gladly endure his punishment if it meant she could spend time with Lyra, her best friend.
She suddenly wished that they were in a different cabin, where her books, and secrets, and sketches and identity were not posted all over the walls. She felt like that was just evidence that she was guilty of crime. She bit her lip before sighing, promising herself that when this ordeal was over, she would never cry, sigh, or curse in an ill-spirited manner. She looked down at the floor again, smiling to herself secretly. Okay, perhaps that would be a difficult promise to achieve. Perhaps she should just aim for self-control and happiness. She looked up again and looked at Lyra solemnly, waiting to hear the purpose of her friend's visit.
☂Daughter of Zeus☂
╭☆╯ O God most glorious, called by many a name, Nature's great King, through endless years the same; Omnipotence, who by your just decree Controls all, hail, Zeus, for unto you Must your creatures in all lands call. We are your children, we alone, of all On earth's broad ways that wander to and fro, Bearing your image wheresoever we go.
Cleanthes
(c. 300 - 220 B.C.)
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 5:42 pm
xxxxxxxxxx✗xxＬxxчxxяxxɑxxＪxxɵxxηxxεxxsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✗xxÐɑυɢʜтεяxxxxxѲғxxxxxҺερʜɑεsтυsI am on the hillShe stepped in even more, with small steps. Adonia said a few words, but like herself, the daughter of Zeus was unsure of her emotion. Lyra couldn't decide herself. Was she mad at Adonia, or was she supposed to feel sad towards her? She guessed she would have to follow Adonia for now. She knelt near the fire, which reminded her of the armory. The heat of the flame made her feel stronger, and alive. Her eyes closed, before she stood back up, and sat in the opposing chair as Adonia. She guessed that this cabin wasn't very welcoming, even if Zeus was the god of hospitality. She tried to make herself comfortable in the chair, but it was impossible. It was a throne she was not meant to sit in. But for the sake of the conversation, she sat in it with a fake pleasure. She needed to try to get the words out. But all she could really do was stare at the fire, then shoot another stare at Adonia, then back at the fire. Adonia's voice ran through her ears. It was a loud voice that was of a leader, which Zeus was. But well, this cabin was just making herself tense.
She chuckled to herself at the comment she made. "You're father is quite powerful. I'm just keeping that in mind, Adonia."she said. Over the fireplace, there was a large painting, which weirdly was moving, of Zeus. In one hand, he carried a scepter. It was topped with some type of flower she was unable to recognize. Maybe if the Demeter kids ever dared entering the cabin they would know. He wore armor, an Aegis on his shoulder. The hissing noise of Medusa running through the cabin, if you weren't drowned out by the crackle of the flames. On one shoulder, a pride eagle sat on his shoulder. It reminded her of a pirate with a parrot like in the movies. He was standing on a cloud it seemed. By his stare, it seemed as if he was wise. By his stance, he was independent. By the soft appearance, he looked like a father, but yet someone that you were drawn to. On his belt, the scariest aspect of the painting, was his lightning bolts, which crackled.
The question shocked her. Pissed, it meant mad. Why would everyone be mad at her? Sure, she had placed herself in the weirdest places at the weirdest of times, so she could be blamed for annoying things up. But, she was as much to be hated as maybe Kevin or Lyra were. That shocked her that she was asking a question like that. But the weird state of the room, it seemed as if Adonia had sort of sheltered herself in here. The cabin where she really did belong. The girl who had no age, you could say. She sighed, remembering that each child of Zeus had a problem in their life. Was this that awful part of her life, her problem? Was she hiding her away, making Gabe her Hermes delivering her pizza, for the rest of the problem? Her mind faltered, if Kronos had wanted them to be the new Olympians, which was impossible to her now, would Adonia be a good Zeus? She was his grandchild. Scary.she thought.
She sighed. "We aren't mad at you. Maybe Kevin, but that's him. But Gabe and I, were still okay with you."she told her. Well, she was okay with her. This talk was a step towards the rebuilding of their friendship. She chuckled slightly, but stopped because she knew it wasn't wanted. Lyra put her hands onto her lap, and stared at Adonia. "Gabe and I, we talked. We're okay. It's just Kevin and Gabe now. And us, I guess."she told her. That pretty much wrapped it up, she hoped. She couldn't help but feel sheepish."Sing, clear-voiced Mousa, of Hephaistos famed for inventions (klytometis). With bright-eyed Athene he taught men glorious crafts throughout the world,--men who before used to dwell caves in the mountains like wild beasts. But now that they have learned crafts through Hephaistos the famed worker (klytotekhnes), easily they live a peaceful life in their own houses the whole year round. Be gracious, Hephaistos, and grant me success and prosperity!
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