Alec watched as the woman stormed off. Her steps shook the earth before his eyes. He simply huffed. Continuing to read his small book of Mythology. Alec didn't talk to much. However, that didn't mean he was a push over. Simply because someone came to him, snapping at him to push him around. Didn't mean he would do anything. In fact, now he was determined to stay where he was. And continue to read about his mother. [b]"[color=Pink]Maybe you should go and help[/color]"[/b] Silv cooed softly, lifting her head up from her wing. Her amber eyes calmly looking up at him. Tilting her head slightly to see him. Since her actual eyes couldn't move like any other owl. [b]"[color=Gold]I'm not going to let anyone push me around[/color]"[/b] Alec said stubborn in a small grumble as he continued to turn the pages. Trying to seem enveloped in the sentences that the familiar story had to offer. His mind was focused in Silv though, causing the words that his eyes adsorbed to pass through his head without meaning. [b]"[color=pink]You haven't used your blade since spring[/color]"[/b] she explained to him, nudging her feathered head against cheek. [b]"[color=pink]Practice would do you well.[/color]"[/b] Alec glared over at the silver owl. Possibly the only person in the while world he could possibly ever care able. [b]"[color=gold]I used it last week.[/color]"[/b] He stated simply, trying to strengthen his argument. [b]"[color=pink]Cutting Carrots doesn't count Alec.[/color]"[/b] Silv said stubbornly as she stood up and stretched her wings. Fluttering on top of his mop of blonde hair. Her feet padded against his skull. Gently encouraging him to get off his ars and walk. [b]"[color=gold]Silv you are as annoying as hell[/color]"[/b] Alec grumbled as he stood up, closing the thick book and shoving it beneath his arm to carry. A fluff of silver feathers blocked the top half of his vision. Distracting him from the green grass that would lead him back to his cabin. [b]"[color=Pink]You know you love me[/color]"[/b] she teased lightly, her golden eyes gleaming. Which almost got a smile from the male. But his lip didn't even come close to curling. Silv wished she could make him smile, she wished she could make him laugh like he used to. She felt like a bad friend for no longer being able to cause him joy. 
The walk back to the Athena's cabin was short and brisk. With Alec walking at A rushed pace. Despite Alec not actually appearing threatening at all, with his scrawny body and dorky glasses, it didn't stop people from moving out of his way as he walked. Alec simply radiated a hateful aura. Alarming those around him, with his heavily negative presence. Dispute being the smartest kid in the camp, he was surprisingly depressed and negative. No one really knew why. But Silv knew. And she wished that their was some way to make him happy gain. [b]"[color=pink]You should start carrying your blade with you[/color]"[/b] Silv advised he took his blade from beneath his bed. He shook his head [b]"[color=gold]I don't need to[/color]"[/b] he said simply [b]"[color=Pink]It couldn't hurt to be careful[/color]"[/b] she advised. He should know better than anyone that 'Better safe than sorry' is a principle to live by. 
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The sun itched Alec's eyes as he stepped out from the cabin. His sword at his side. He shook his head with a sigh. Looking down the dirt paths that were clustered with half-bloods. Where they were laughing and skipping along with their friends. Making there way to various activities. Alec ignored the laughter and happiness that buzzed through the sun filled camp. Heading to the training area. Where he could maybe find a place to practice in peace. Drawing he sword upon arrival, he planted himself in a rather barren stretch of grass. Where there were less people training as well. Alec twirled his blade in his hand, and Silv flew up into the trees to watch. Knowing sometimes the blade slipped from his hands while he practiced. So moving higher up in the branches would be a wide decision. His muscles flexed and stretched, bending and working as he swung the blade through the air. Slicing it with sharp precision. Practicing his strikes and different tricks to be used in a battle.