Just like every day for the past several years - even before she ever knew the Gods of ancient Greece were still around and she was entangled in the ever building history - Ariel awoke just as the sun kissed the sky awake to the very first hint of grey. She was one of the few, even amongst her half-siblings, to wake so early. It was nice to be one of few awake; not that she minded having half-siblings, but she still enjoyed time to herself. In the dark of new dawn, she dressed and combed out her hair for the new day; showering could wait as it usually did the day after she actually washed her hair least she ruin the silky tresses with over shampooing. Once dressing and grooming were complete, she quietly made her bed - a little preference to always keep her area nice and tidy.

Violin in hand, and her satchel across her body so it rest on the hip opposite the shoulder supporting it, she crept out of the Apollo cabin to at least practice playing her violin. Her sketchbook, a pencil, and an eraser - though it rarely saw use - lay within the satchel just as always. She had considered setting up in the arena to practice, but spotted Adrian on his morning run already. A thought of setting up to draw if he did go to practice, as she had noticed was a bit of a custom for him, crossed her mind but she quickly pushed it out. Not everyone that woke early were morning people and if he was usually in a foul mood on a good day, she didn't want to find out what kind of mood he might be in during the growing dawn hours. Instead, she found herself by the lake, playing a serene melody appropriate for the growing light and waking world. 

Before she knew it, the laughter of several nymphs joined in her violin's song. That was how she knew more of the camp was waking, more than the warm kiss of golden light. Still, she continued to play, swaying with the music as it grew livelier, until the familiar voice of one of her brothers broke into the melody, informing her that it was time for breakfast. A smile graced her face as she let her the final stroke carry on the strings before lowering the instrument and bow. "Thank you for getting me," she replied to his otherwise worried remarks about her not being in or near the cabin - though it wasn't that unusual really; in the meantime, she put her violin and bow away and picked up the case.

They walked together to the pavilion mostly because he apparently thought some monster might appear out of thin air to attack her even in the camp. The Apollo table was already filled by the time they reached it, but she never fretted over most of the meats being gone. Someone had apparently saved her a plate of fruits, to which she added a waffle and a piece of ham that another sibling suggested she take for the offering; that was always how it happened though, someone would help her pick out an offering of meat to go with bit of other foods she gave to Apollo as well. With a quick prayer and the offering made, she sat amongst her siblings and listened to their chatter while she took delicate nibbles of her fruit and the other half of the waffle she took.