[color=lightblue]Sierra[/color]

Sierra day quietly in the Artemis cabin, her thin fingers running up and down the walls as she observed her fellow Hunters. They talked to each other, fiddled with their bows, and some prayed silently to Artemis. One burned an offering in the campfire the group had made in the middle of the floor. This made Sierra smile, it was why she joined the Hunters in the first place. They were so calm, looking glum to most people. In all honesty though they were happy and rather cheerful in their own company. 

Sierra stops from her spot, and as soon as she did the other Hunters ended their conversations, finished their prayers, and set their bows aside. They looked to their leader, who stood there with set shoulders and an encouraging smile that could turn into a grimace in seconds. "[color=lightblue]Hunters, the campers approach from their schooling. Be nice to them, because their nerves may already be frayed. I'm unsure if all of them know the situation on Olympus or not, but since we don't have a full understanding of this Civil War yet I doubt they do. I will confront Chiron and ask him if he understands what is really going on. The rest of you may rest or wander the camp. Understood?[/color]" The speech was rather rusty, but all of the Hunters nodded in understanding. They remained in their current positions, at least most of them did. Others picked up their bows and wandered out. They all grouped up, which made it easier to hang out around the normal Demigods, seeing as they wouldn't be tempted to break their vows.  

Sierra however, exited the building  alone. She was going to find Chiron, but she was probably going to take her sweet time doing so. It had been quite a while since she had been at camp, and she wanted to wander. She also wanted to visit her brother, but she decided she would do that later in the evening. Maybe at the campfire, if they still did that. She was unsure of the situation here. She didn't even know if the campers knew about Olympus or not, and she realized they might be in the dark because of how much the gods were feuding. She knew that sometimes the Hunters were the first to know things, because of how close they were to Artemis. 

Before Sierra could even finish thinking a girl with thick, curly purple hair pushed past her. Sierra looked over her shoulder to see where the girl was going, and she realized it was in the direction of Cabin 9. [i]Someone was homesick[/I], Sierra thought. With that she continued walking. 

[color=E24FD6]Rhea[/color]

Rhea was finally home again, after her long year of school and tutoring sessions she had finally made it back to the place where she belonged. Camp Half-Blood was one of the only places she could go where people didn't ask her about how she dealt with adhd, and where she didn't have to look at the sour old faces of the teachers who never learned how to have fun. Her mind ran through a thousand thoughts at once as she entered the Camp. Two big thoughts swam in her head though, Cabin 9 and Festus! After a whole school year she finally got to see Festus again!

She ran all the way to the cabin, bumping into a girl with straight raven black hair. The girl wore a silver outfit and a bow, making Rhea almost stop and question the girl. Instead she kept plowing ahead, determined to get to the Cabin. As soon as she made it through the familiar doors of Cabin 9 she ran to her bunk, on it there was a satchel and she grabbed it before typing a code into a keypad. She sucked in a breath and smiled, waiting as the bunk lowered down into her private room. 

As soon as she was lowered all the way down into her room, she started running through the small tunnel she had built there. The tunnel lead directly into Bunker 9, where Festus was probably jumping around waiting for Rhea's return. She made her way into the bunker, past tool boxes and scrapped machinery. She passed by weapons and other items that she had handcrafted, and as she did she looked at their amazing bronze gleam. 

What really caught her eyes though, was at the center of the room, curled up on his warm little sleeping pad. Rhea shouted out in glee, her voice going shrill and girly. "[color=E24FD6]Festus![/color]" She screamed, like a kid in a huge candy store for the first time. "[color=E24FD6]I missed you![/color]" She ran and practically leapt on the Dragon, his bronze hide warm and welcoming. Festus' eyes glowed a beautiful shade of red, and he let out a few creaks. Rhea listened to the morse code message, and nodded thoughtfully. Festus was ready to fly. 

Rhea opened up the hanger doors, and ran back to Festus. She hooked her feet into his plating, and as Festus lifted off she felt giddy. They shot out of the bunker, and Rhea glanced behind her to see the hanger doors closing swiftly. In an instant the bunker was left behind, and they started approaching the Camp. 

Rhea glanced at her satchel which still hung safely across her chest. She reached inside of it and took out a bottle of Tabasco sauce. She wiggled it in front of Festus' eye and smiled. "[color=E24FD6]As soon as we get back to camp I'll let you have some Tabasco. I know how much you hate plain old motor oil.[/color]"

Festus creaked in a seemingly happy tone, and Rhea sat back. Soon they made it back to the Camp, and Festus hovered over a few patches of ground for a few seconds before settling on one he felt comfortable with. Rhea unhooked herself and climbed off of Festus, hugging his neck and opening the bottle of Tabasco. He unhinged his metal jaw and let her poor it down his throat. "[color=E24FD6]You're the best Festus.[/color]" She muttered, tapping 'I love you' against his hide. 

[color=green]Marco[/color]

Marco had rushed into Camp before anyone had the chance to speak to him. Unbeknownst to him, his sister would have seen him if he had taken his time. Marco did know however, that he was very glad to be back home. His bunk was the way he had left it, with a few of his personal belongings sitting in the trunk at his feet. He laid himself down in his bed and relaxed, letting himself become calm and really embrace being back again. It had only been one school year sure, but he had struggled because of his dyslexia and because he was always concerned about monster attacks. Sometimes he wished for the attacks though, just to do something interesting. Marco closed his eyes, letting a wave of peace rush over him. He felt like sleeping right then and there, until he heard the noise. 

He heard the loud noises and creaks of metal right above the cabin, and he groaned. He lazily got out of bed, muttering curses in Ancient Greek. He walked out of the cabin and signed, realizing the noises were nothing other than Lady Dragon and her bronze sidekick. He waved briefly at the girl and walked back inside of the cabin. He laid back down in bed and sighed realizing that since everyone was back, the Camp would be loud again.