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In the rules it says 2 paragraphs minimum, how big is a paragraph? 3-4 sentences or more like 9-12?


I run by the saying: Quality over quantity. While generally we tend to write decent length paragraphs; as long as the quality is there in your writing, I don't mind if the post is small.
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R O L E P L A Y N A M E
Oceanus High

R O L E P L A Y T Y P E
⥺ Slice-Of-Life

G M
Vicier

C O - G M
⥺ Sapphic Pigeon
⥺ HaleyTheRandom

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R O L E P L A Y I N F O R M A T I O N
L O C A T I O N
⥺ Long Beach | California

M A I N G O A L
⥺ Graduation

A C C E P T E D Y E A R S
⥺ Year 11 | Junior
⥺ Year 12 | Senior

S T A T U S
⥺ Invitation Only | Accepting Applications

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S C H O O L I N F O R M A T I O N
P R I N C I P L E
⥺ Amara Diamandis

V I C E - P R I N C I P L E
⥺ Antonio Sánchez


S C H O O L U N I F O R M
⥺ None


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P R O L O G U E
"Welcome back, Wave Runners..! Ready to start a new year at Oceanus High..?

I'm sure you'll all be excited to hear that, thanks to the tireless work of the ASB, we no longer have a uniform policy..! Though, of course, compromises had to be made.. Girls, our shorts and skirts still need to reach down to our fingertips; and anything gang-related will earn you an infraction. Oceanus Wave spirit-wear is still more than welcome in the halls, and as always, will be available for purchase at the Student Store.

School I.D's are still a must. And faculty expect your full co-oporation when it comes to having them on your person at all times while on school grounds. Remember, you will not be able to enter or leave the school without it, so it's up to you to look after your I.D and to not lose it. Though in the unfortunate event that you do misplace it, you will be able to purchase a replacement via the Administration Office for a ten dollar fee.

Oceanus' campus this year holds approximately forty-five hundred students.. with about one-thousand, two-hundred of them being in our graduating class alone..! And just like in years past, each class ranges anywhere between thirty to forty-five students, with about six to eight classes on your schedule. Meaning two to four classes a day. Depending on how you worked your schedules out with your counselors, you might have free periods before or after lunch that provide you a longer lunch break, or towards the end of the day that permits you to be let out of school earlier than most students. Show the front gate security guard your I.D, which has your free periods imprinted on them, and they will let you out.

Please keep in mind that our school runs on what we call a 'blocked schedule'. This means that you will attend your even classes (𝟸, 𝟺, 𝟼, 𝟾) one day, while the next you will attend your odd classes (𝟷, 𝟹, 𝟻, 𝟽). Remember: blue days are even, green days are odd, and gold days are for all classes. Each class period runs for an hour and a half, with a fifteen-minute break between your first and second classes. After lunch comes your third and fourth classes for the day. Now there's only a five-minute break between them, so when it comes to getting to your last class.. make like the track team, and book it..!"
⧿ Kassandra Arvanitis; Student Body President

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E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R I N F O R M A T I O N
S C H O O L S P O R T S T E A M S
Sport teams are available for all students interested in picking up a physical extracurricular activity. Teams will be holding try-outs within the first month of school starting - season depending for some teams. For students interested in signing up, please either see the corresponding Coach or team captain; sign up sheets are also posted on the side of Pontus Gym.


S C H O O L C O M M I T T E E S
Throughout your time at Oceanus High, there are several committees working tirelessly behind the scenes to ensure that your rights, needs, and wants as students are met. Each committee is student-run and opporated, and help to leave behind a legacy for all future Wave Runners to enjoy. For students interested in joining any of these committees, please feel free to approach the coresponding president; or, ulternatively, students are encouraged to attend meetings held to express their interest.


S C H O O L C L U B S
Priding itself on the ingenuity of its student body; Oceanus High offers a multitude of various clubs in which to channel their creativity. Student-run and opporated; each club is supported by a consenting faculty member. For students interested in joining any of these clubs, please feel free to approach the coresponding club lead; or, ulternatively, students are encouraged to attend meetings held to express their interest.


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R U L E S A N D G U I D E L I N E S
  • This roleplay is classed as High-Casual; and while the standard calls for posts consisting of at least two paragraphs of non-dialogue at minimum, we do value the stance of quality over quantity. Sometimes you just don't need a big show in order to get the point across.
  • In order to be considerate towards everyone in the roleplay; the maximum time limit between posts will be a total of fourteen. This deadline however can be extended with previous communication with the GMs. Should you not post by this time, we shall shamelessly spam you in order to see what’s up. Until you are heard back from, your character will be excused from any interactions they may currently be in order to free up the other characters, and will be put on a hiatus.
  • Communication is a must- consider this to be the golden rule. If you need an extension on posting, if you aren't going to be around for a time, need a break, have something going on, or simply wish to leave the roleplay for some reason or another, please let us know. It’s not only polite, but also much appreciated.
  • Have an idea for a school event | activity that you believe in and think others would enjoy? Please feel free to bring it up with us. We’ll most likely say yes, and will do our best to incorperate your idea into the roleplay.
  • This is a heavily character-driven roleplay. And as such, there is a requirement for all characters to interact with each other in one way or another. Every character, no matter who they are, will have their moments to shine, and interactions help a lot with this. After all, nobody wants anyone to feel left out.
  • Please use common sense when posting; and try your best to not overwhelm the IC with several posts right after the other. Allow for at least two people to post after you before making your next one. This is inclusive of posting for different characters. Collaborations are encouraged, but we ask that you don't go overboard with them as they tend to slow down roleplay if used too often.
  • We all love a good romance, and while we very much encourage relations between characters, please know that Guild Rules do apply when it comes to the more steamier scenes. When in doubt, fade to black.
  • If any situations arise between you and a particular user, we ask that you either take it to PMs, DMs or you let us GM's know to see if the situation can be resolved amicably.
  • Please leave a reaction to this post in order to let us know that you’ve read through the rules. Thank you in advance..!


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C A M P E R S I N C L U D E D
∞ Richelle Riordan | @Vicier
∞ Chandler Griffin Sumpter | @Apoalo

L O C A T I O N
∞ Camp Half-Blood | Athena Cabin (Briefly)
∞ Camp Half-Blood | Infirmary

A C T I V I T Y
∞ Anxiety Attack | Book Release Routine (Rickie)
∞ Morning Duties | Infirmary Set-Up (Chandler)

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I N T E R A C T I N G W I T H
∞ Each Other

S P E C I A L M E N T I O N S
∞ Bronwyn Knowles | @Sapphic Pigeon

T R A N S L A T I O N S
∞ None

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C A M P H A L F - B L O O D | F I R S T D A Y O F S U M M E R

This was it.. It was finally here..

A soft part forming at the seam of her lips, Richelle’s dark gaze lingered on the package sat neatly on her desk. Resting over her closed laptop. Unopened, and delivered bright and early that morning. Gods, lord Hermes worked quickly. Part of her was thankful for that, another part of her was nervous. Immensely so. But there was nothing new about that. In fact, it was a regular occurrence; especially in moments like these..

She knew what it was.. She didn’t need to open it to know that it was the first six copies of her latest book - not that she could even bring herself to cut open the package. Did that make her pathetic..? Probably.. Okay, yeah.. It was most definitely pathetic. The book was published. The release date for the public was in two days. There was no going back; and besides, it wasn’t like this was her first book. Hell, it wasn’t even her first series. No.. she’d been around this block a few times, and yet, her post-publishing routine was always the same.

Wake up. Brush teeth. Stare at the package. Psych herself out to the point of feeling sick. Go running to Brynn or Chandler for help.

Tradition. Who was she to break it..?

Closing her eyes, Rickie sucked in a deep breath. Fingers nervously twisting around one another before she eventually let the breath out with a heavy heave. Her shoulders slumping. Right. That meant it was time for stage five: Go running to Brynn of Chandler for help. Only issue was.. she had no idea where the hell to find Brynn.

“.. well.. fuck.”

But.. she did know where she could find her favorite cousin. One that wasn’t in the habit of accidentally shooting arrows towards her face. Now that was an experience she never wanted to repeat.

Snatching up the package as she moved; Richelle held it against her chest. Feet carrying her down from the solace of her bedroom in the attic of the Athena cabin, it wasn’t long before she was lifting her hand to shield her face from the blinding morning sun. And blinking, she took a few moments to adjust to the light of the day. Well.. she had to hand it to him.. There was no one she knew, deity or otherwise, who could shine brighter than her uncle Apollo. Not that she would ever utter the words out loud. Though.. even if she did; like everyone else she crossed paths with, he probably wouldn’t even know who she was.

Shoving that thought to the side, not wanting to dwell on it at that precise moment, she instead started off through the camp. Leaving the cabins behind as her path led her towards her cousin's familiar haunt. The infirmary. If he wasn’t there, then-.. Well, he was never not there.

Hugging the box closer against her chest, it was with a light bump of her hip that she was pushing open the door. And stepping into the infirmary, Richelle cast a glance around. Taking in the empty beds, as well as the ones that were currently in use; she made sure to keep as quiet as possible as she made her way further into the building. Her voice soft as she called out, ”.. Chan..? Please tell me you’re here.. and that you have coffee..”

Early morning was Chandler’s favorite time of the day, and while it could be considered slightly strange for a son of Apollo to enjoy any time when the sun didn't shine, early morning meant that the child of the Sun could see what came after. It never failed to bring a smile to his face. The world would begin to come to life with a few chirps from the waking birds and the occasional hoot from an owl as if Athena was watching as well and approved. The sun would slowly begin to manifest itself, burning away the last vestiges of the darkness that had claimed superiority for the short amount of time that it was granted dominion. It was truly glorious and that was why Chandler had turned into a morning person. Sure enough, while Chandler made his way to the infirmary the sun brightly made itself known and Chandler closed his eyes, stretched out his arms and took in the light. ”Morning dad,” he said softly.

While Chandler could stand in the sun all day, he knew he had work to do and so the blonde downed his orange juice and finished his walk to the Infirmary. He entered and made a quick round on the few tenants there, and checked in with the healer who took the night shift. He thanked them and let them go to grab some sleep and while he made his way back into his office which had the words ‘Head Healer’ on it. As he entered a smile would cross his face and he’d walk over to the wall and press the play button on a device which would start playing ‘Walking on Sunshine’ by Katrina and the Waves. Dancing to the beat Chandler would begin tidying up and then get to the annoying part of his day. Paperwork.

Paperwork was the single thing that Chandler despised about being the Head Healer and the head of the Infirmary. It. Was. Endless, and the information had to be sealed in case other campers tried to come and sneak a peek at trying to find some weakness to exploit in their fellow camper. So, Chandler had suggested the files would be sealed in a ‘burn pouch’ which was a pouch specifically attuned to a person, usually a child of Apollo and anyone else that would attempt to open the pouch with magic or physical means would get a nasty burn on their face which would then let staff know exactly who attempted to get into personal records. And so, while still dancing, Chandler performed the opening movements to the pouch and retrieved patient files and then began going methodically through every interaction the Infirmary and individual Healer had with campers.

After an hour, and a few cups of coffee, he was more or less finished and he massaged his temples a bit as he felt a headache coming along. He would sigh, and then sing a bit along with the current song playing, a nice acoustic song called Brother. As he sang his skin would glow a bit and the headache would dissipate. Giggling a bit at the idea of writing in his file about the healing, Chandler instead replaced the files into the pouch, replaced it in a secure place, and then stood with a large stretch. He was just finishing when he heard a soft voice call out to him. He smiled brightly when he registered who it was and opened his office door wide. ”Morning Rickie! Yeah, I have some coffee. I can make you a new pot if you'd like. This has been here for an hour or so.” He headed towards the pot and twisted his head to look at his friend.

The sound of her cousin’s voice having caught her ear; Richelle was quick to turn herself in the direction of his office. Of course. Duh. Why it wasn’t the first place she’d thought to look, she’d never know, and part of her was embarrassed at that thought. Shaking it off though, it was with another step of two closer that the young daughter of Athena was holding up the box in her arms. A nervous glint sparkling behind her Earthen hues.

“.. it came.”

Drawing her lip into her mouth, she chewed on it. Hesitating a spell before, closing the gap slightly, she instead diverted to put the package down on top of his desk. Hands drawing back like they’d been burnt by flames as she brought them together in front of her stomach. Fingers once again playing nervously with one another, “.. I couldn’t open it..”

With his face turned back to the coffee machine and now brewing a new pot for Rickie, Chandler didn't see the box at first. But with the two words he would spin quickly and eye the package even as it was placed on top of his desk where he had been working. This wouldn't have been the first time that Chandler would help his cousin and best friend through the traditional anxiety but he had to say, he was quite surprised it was already release time again.

OK. OK, deep breaths. You, take this.” And Chandler would hand over a mug with coffee. “Then I'll take this.” He went to his desk and patted the box. Not too far away was a shelf with all of Rickie's other books in a large row. He placed a hand on the box and then peered at his cousin and grinned widely. “Ready?” He didn't give her time to respond and instead ripped the whole left side open and giggled.

Richelle had barely finished curling her fingers around the mug of hot coffee before the sound of ripping cardboard hit her ears. And eyes widening, she stared in her cousin’s direction. Her mouth hanging open slightly, though for once, words seemed to be eluding her.

“.. I-..”

Brain. Work. Connect damnit..!

Unable to make little more than a soft squeak in her attempt to speak; Rickie instead let one of her hands fall away from her coffee. Lifting up to instead smack against her forehead in slight frustration. Though not aimed towards her cousin. No. Never. But rather, it was aimed towards herself.

Gaze dropping from his as her hand fell back to the mug; she shifted as she managed to catch a glimpse of the smallest bit of the cover. Shit. It felt like her heart was doing flips in her chest. That was it- well.. If she was being technical, that was the top left-hand corner of it. But still.. that was it. The very latest addition to her ’Worlds Between’ series.

.. the series she wrote about the demigods of Camp Half-Blood..

”Better and easier to rip the band-aid off so to speak.” The medical pun was painful, even to Chandler. His eyes remained fixed on Rickie even as his hands moved to finish opening the box and reveal the books inside. He left it open and moved to stand beside his cousin and gently nudged her. ”Hey. It's OK, no need to smack yourself. I've been on the receiving end of some of those and I've got to keep my strength up for the countless injured campers that'll be flocking to me now that summer is starting.”

He pulled the box over and removed the other flaps and picked up a single copy, and then placed it in front of Rickie. He pulled her inside a side hug then and peered towards her. ”You're so awesome, you know that right?”

“.. please.. you’re just saying that. There’s nothing special about me..”

Fingers curling slightly; Richelle’s hold over her coffee tightened. Her dark eyes lingering on the now fully exposed book lain before her. It was.. so much better than she could have ever imagined. But then again, she felt the exact same way when she saw each of her books covers for the first time.

Reaching out, a little tentative as her fingers lightly brushed the cover, she eventually slid the book back over the desk. Stopping only once it had come to a rest in front of her cousin, rather than sitting in front of herself. Her head turning slightly as she looked up at him, “.. this one’s yours..”

With an eye roll, Chandler stuck out his tongue at her and shook his head, making some of his hair get into his eyes. He moved it and then moved to where he could directly look at his cousin and then made his face as serious as he could. ”I'm not just saying it. I know you don't believe me but I'm telling the truth. To me, you're awesome. You're creative, kind, intelligent. And yeah, sure I'm your friend but still. Believe me.”

He watched as she took in the cover and as she slid the book over to him he smiled again, the smile that he was told lit up the room like the sun. He took the book and placed it right at the front of all the others and then chuckled. ”I'm sure I'll get plenty of time to read this today and tonight. The start of summer is always super busy.” With another gentle nudge, Chandler would sit and eye Rickie to make sure she was truly ok.

Allowing her gaze to fall away from him, Rickie instead stared at the rich tones of her coffee. Her thumb brushing gently against the side of the warm mug. He was right- she didn’t believe him. Or, at least, part of her didn’t believe him. The other part of her, though, wanted it so desperately to be true. But how could it be..? If it was the truth- if she was as awesome as he claimed.. then why was she so forgettable..?

The forgotten child of Athena.

The words ringing in Richelle’s mind, she let her gaze wander. ’.. that.. would make a pretty good title..’ Filing that stray thought away for later when she had more time to think on it, and the possible story to follow; she instead shifted. Her body moving absentmindedly over to one of the seats by his desk. Lowering herself until she was perched on the edge of it.

“.. do you think that.. if anyone here ever actually realized I existed.. that they’d be angry knowing that my characters are all based on them..?”

With a thoughtful expression on his face, Chandler considers and leans back in his chair. ”First of all, not everyone thinks you're invisible. Me and you though, that's our lot in camp. People need us and don't realize it until we're gone. Without you who takes the time to actually teach the younger kids things other than swinging a sword or murdering things. And without me who patches up all the innumerable injuries that happen every second. We're givers, and don't need constant acknowledgement. Though, I won't lie, slight recognition wouldn't be the worst.” He chuckled again, his smile growing wider and the pretty boy look that was so hard to get annoyed at showed up.

”But no, I don't think so. Probably would be intrigued. Though with the best character already taken that might make em a bit annoyed. But hey, they can't all be me.” he gives a wink and instead of giggling Chandler's full melodic laugh sounds.

The soft sound of her chuckle fell into the air, and shifting slightly in her seat, Richelle folded her legs up underneath her body. A lightly playful glint sparkling behind her eyes as she let them flick over to where her cousin was lounging. The mug lifting to rest in front of her lips, ”.. Heh.. careful now, Chandler. Your father’s ego is showing.”

Head shaking lightly, she closed the gap between the mug and her lips. Finally sealing them against the rim as, finally, she took a drink. Allowing the caffeine to start working its way through her system now that her nerves and anxious feelings had melted away.

As the warning was given Chandler seemed to glow a bit as his smile widened and he nodded a few times as if accepting her words. ”Gotta make him proud sometimes. I am my father's son after all.” He knew many campers didn't have the best relationship with their Godly parents but Chandler and Apollo got along quite well. After all, the god of the Sun did save him from juvenile hall and had always been there when he needed, which wasn't a lot, as Chandler did his best not to rely on said God to always be prepared to console him.

But, other than feeling pride in himself and his parentage, Chandler was also glad to see Rickie relaxing and laughing. He was pretty good at cheering her up and there weren't many people in camp who could fully resist a child of Apollo when they turned on full charm mode, but it still made him feel good to help.

”.. well, at least one of us does.” Shaking her head lightly, another soft chuckle falling lightly from between her lips, Rickie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. A small, though genuine smile dancing over her features as she lowered her mug back down. Letting it rest in her lap.

”.. I swear because of him, I’m like the dumbest smart person around.”
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C A M P E R S I N C L U D E D
∞ Killian Cadmus Jones | @Vicier

L O C A T I O N
∞ Camp Half-Blood | Camp Stables

A C T I V I T Y
∞ Stable Co-Manager Duties | Horse Training

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I N T E R A C T I N G W I T H
∞ Malia Brae | Daughter of Athena

S P E C I A L M E N T I O N S
∞ Jackson Drake | @AlteredTundra
∞ Danielle Amara De Luca | @LezBeHonest
∞ Greyson Harris Davies | @LezBeHonest
∞ Tiffannie Noelle Taccone | @Venus

T R A N S L A T I O N S | S P A N I S H
∞ Los hijo de puta | Son of a bitch
∞ Cosas cortas | Short stuff
∞ Melocotones | Peaches
∞ Buenos días | Good morning
∞ Diviértete, está bien | Have fun, okay

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C A M P H A L F - B L O O D | S T A B L E S - F I R S T D A Y O F S U M M E R

An audible hiss escaping the son of Ares lips; it was the sharp pain that rang through his left shoulder that elicited the rather profanic response in the first place. Body having hit the ground in such a way that the already injured body part had made contact with the hard earth beneath him once he'd been thrown. Fucking Jackson..! He was going to wring that little shits neck once he got hold of him. Only reason he hadn't done so thus far was because a certain daughter of Deimos had talked him down after he'd finally woken up from his little unwanted nap. Well... that and the fact that the son of Hermes was one of his mates.

".. Los hijo de puta..!"

Dirt kicking up around him, Killian only barely managed to roll himself out the way. His eyes, as blue as the glistening waters of the camps lake, shooting towards the strong legs of the horse he'd been working with before he'd been cast from it's back. It's hooves having landed directly where his chest had been not moments before.

Ignoring the pain he felt - it was something he'd deal with later - Kills scrambled to his feet. Pace leisurly as he worked to put space between himself and the colt he'd been working with. Though even as he did, he shot a glance back over his shoulder towards it. He had to admit... he was a beauty. Perfect muscle structure. Brilliant shine on it's dark auburn coat. If he didn't already think it about his own horse, Sombra, he'd have said it was the most magnificent creature he'd seen. The sound of his name being called pulling him from thoughts, however, the young man to turned his attention back to where he was going. His gaze landing on the only other person working the stables that day.

A soft groan falling into the air; he rolled his eyes. Hand reaching across to rub at his shoulder in an attempt to calm some of the pain he felt, "Argh... What now Malia..?"

His words hitting her ears, the daughter of Athena narrowed her dark eyes. Staring at him, as though in contemplation, but after another beat or two, she simply copied his actions. Her own eyes rolling as she closed the gap left between her and the fencing separating them, ".. oh fuck off - you're the one who left me in charge of your phone."

Left hand up in surrender, the right still massaging the ache in his shoulder, Killian heaved out a sigh, "Okay, okay... I got your point, cosas cortas. Talk to me- what's going on..?"

"Well, aside from the fact that we're working shorthanded..."

".. I already told you I-..."

"Yeah... I know. You already let me know that you told Greyson you'd cover for him today. I believe what I said though was aside from being shorthanded..."

".. Uh-huh..? Get to the point, Little M."

Face pulling into a deadpan, Malia stared at him. His phone held up over the top of the fencing, ".. your stupid phone wont stop going off. Something about a... melocotones grad..? I don't know what that is."

A deep chuckle falling through his lips, Killian reached out to snag his phone from out of her hand. A small smirk pulling out over his features as he gave the younger girl his back. Choosing to lean back against the fence post nearest to the both of them, "Not a what - but a who. It's a reminder."

Staring down at the reminder on his phone for a few moments, thinking, Kills eventually pulled himself back to the present. Shooting a glance back over his shoulder at the girl, he motioned lazily towards the horse which had, in the time they'd been speaking, calmed down enough to now be chilling on the other side of the pen, ".. take Persus back to his stall. I'm done with him for the day; Grey's just gonna have to wait for my shoulder to heal before I tackle trying to break him again. Give him this... he lives up to his damn name, that's for sure. Oh... and when you've done that, bring me Arete and the lunging gear."

".. You wanna run him..?"

"I do. Yeah."

"Yeah, right... I'll get it done, boss."

A deep chuckle passing though his lips; Killian's eyes flicked towards the girl as she made her way past him. The look on her face a clear indication that she thought it wasn't a good idea. Okay, yeah. Sure. She might have had a point, but it wasn't right to keep the animal cooped up in the stall simply because not many in the camp could handle him.

Giving a light shake of his head, it wasn't long before the boy was turning his attention back down to his phone. And with a few quick swipes of his thumb, he unlocked it. Dismissing the reminder, to then pull up his messages. Taking a moment or two to simply go through them until he found the right text chain. Lips turning into a small, rather soft smile as he began to type.



Staring at the screen a few moments, though knowing he most likely wasn't going to be getting a reply anytime soon; Killian's thumb eventually hit the lock button on the side of his phone. Head turning off to the side, he lowered his arm, slipping the device down into the back pocket of his dirt-covered jeans. Fuck, he needed a shower. And really, the hot water probably wouldn't hurt the ache he felt in his muscles, either. Quite the opposite actually.

Pushing himself off the post, his feet carrying him back towards the main stable, Killian crossed his arms over his body. And peeling his top off in one single fluid motion; it was as he drew closer to the building that he tossed it over towards the open doors. Never once leaving the pen; though as he caught sight of daughter of Athena leading out the creature he'd asked for, he jogged over towards the gate. Taking a second before he held it open. Free hand reaching to take both the lunge line and the lunge whip from her as she drew close enough. Head turning, his gaze following after her, Kills waited until she'd passed before he made to shut the gate again.

"He give you any trouble..?"

"A bit... Glad I got the lead on him when I did. As soon as I opened the stall he tried to bolt."

"Ah... that ain't trouble." Shaking his head lightly as he crossed over to where she was standing, Killian's hand reached to swap lines - unclipping the lead, replacing it instead with the lunge line; he took a moment to run his hand over the beasts neck a few times, "Someone's just happy to be out and about for once."

".. still not sure about this. With your shoul-..."

"Mal."

Turning his gorgeous blues down on the girl; Killian was patient. Waiting until he was absolutely sure that he had her full attention before he so much as thought about continuing. Expression softening, a small reassuring smile played on his lips as he attempted to ease her worries, ".. I got this. Don't worry. "

Hand falling from where it was resting against the animal's neck, he instead reached it across. Gently nudging the tip of the girls nose with his knuckle as he shot her a wink, "Listen... How about this; hang the lead up by the gate for me. And once you're done with the feed, you can knock off for the day."

".. You sure..?"

"Yeah, course. Go. Just make sure to close up the feed room properly - don't know who it was that didn't the other day, but I found Lucia in there, sniffing around." Attention having fallen to his hands, Kills shot a glance towards her. Giving her a light nod of his head as he organized his line.

Waiting until the daughter of Athena had cleared the pen, it was only when he was sure that she had that he sent the gelding off. Letting Arete get in a few good laps before, with a sharp whistle, and the guidance of the lunge whip, the gorgeous black pegasus spread it's wings. Taking to the sky. And with that, Killian allowed him to have more of the line.

His crystalline blue hues sparkling lightly in the morning sun, though he never once let them fall from the animal. Even as, behind him, his own set of wings streached out. The tips of the long black feathers dragging gently over the ground behind him as he turned on the spot, in time with the creature above.

Oh yeah...

Despite the incident on the training grounds the day before - this was the perfect way to start the summer.
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