Zula Aitken woke to her roommates giggling over her morning appearance. As she glared at the mirror on the ceiling, she noticed her hair had turned a bright red during the night and her eyes were now grey and brown. [i]Fantastic.[/i] she thought as her hair slowly turned back it's regular blonde and her eyes were turned into her favorite shade of blue. Once she was done, she silently thanked her forward thinking for placing a mirror above her bed. It was definitely worth getting hit in the face a few times to make sure she didn't look like some kind of alien in the morning.

It looked like the bathroom was already in use, so Zula skipped the makeup for today. She loosely tied her hair up and dressed in her favorite hoodie and slacks, brushing through the pigtails with her fingers just in case. Some days, Zula would get lucky and be awake before the regular crowd were in the bathroom, so she'd put more care into her personal hygiene and how she looked, but she could probably skate by and brush her teeth later on. For now though, she was fine with walking to breakfast still bleary eyed and messy haired. As she walked, she noted the shelters she'd finished making last night and was glad to see that they were in use. They weren't much, but it would give some of the Hermes kids a little more wiggle room.

Zula still couldn't believe that she'd finally gotten lucky enough to be claimed. She'd thought she'd remain in the Hermes cabin forever. Not to say that she was glad for the bright pink barbie house which made her nauseated just too look at it, but at least she knew who was her mom. Some of those kids... there was a solid chance that they would never know. Lately though, it seemed like less and less were getting claimed, and that even Mr. D had lost his usual godly glow. The usually angry councilor was almost always locked up in the Big House, and Zula made it a point not to snoop. Her half-siblings would do that for her, and they were nothing if not predictable.

She finally reached the pavilion where breakfast was being served by satyrs and nymphs. Sometimes harpies too, but not today, thankfully. She hated the harpies, mostly out of her memories on the street. At least Nymphs and Satyrs looked human. Harpies... harpies were just as likely to help with the dishes as eat you. Zula wasn't a fan of being eaten. After she grabbed her waffles and bacon, Zula walked towards the ceremonial fire in the middle of the pavilion and tossed in an extra waffle and a strip of bacon. Like usual, Zula muttered some prayer about smelling nice or graceful and sat back down at her -at least for right now- empty table.

[i]It feels like it's gonna be a long, boring, day.[/i]