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[h1][color=DarkCyan]Erin Marie Chase[/color] and [color=LightPink]Syleste Astrea Nioré[/color][/h1]
[h2]Half-Blood Hill ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2][/center]

“Ah, poor seaweed-brain… oh well, looks as though she couldn’t take the truth of the matter- she asked a question, I answered it. There’s no need to throw such a hissy fit over it…” Oh for the love of Hades, Claire was such a child at times... Was she really going to sit there and throw a temper tantrum like a five year old little girl, all because she had done nothing but be herself? The thought caused an amused scoff to sound from Erin’s throat, her dark eyes holding a glint of amusement as she watched the fish-girl storm back off down the hill, ignoring everyone and everything else as she took her leave; the dark haired daughter of Hades chuckling softly to herself for only a moment before finally she turned her attention back towards the group, her expression once more returning to its usual bored state, “Well… look what the cat dragged in- you look like crap, Speed.” 

Excitedly tightening the grip that she had over his wrist as she heard the familiar sound of her friends voice filling the air around them, Syleste pressed herself closer against his body, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of red at having used him as an anchor as she lifted one of her hands up, waving sweetly in the direction that she could hear the unmistakable voice coming from; her head nodding softly up and down in response to his question. This was a normal thing here in the camp; Ky’ vie was never one to do things by half… now that she thought about it, she never had, not even when they were kids; the bright demigoddess every now and then tearing up the peace and quiet with the sound of one of her machines or inventions- though having almost bowled them all over by her sudden appearance, well that was a slightly more rare occurrence; as far as the she knew, the Hephaestus girl had been getting better at that…

“Yeah, that’s Ky’ vie alright- she’s always back and forth, this is the first time in ages that she’s almost killed us all with her bike though...” Lowering herself back down onto the souls of her feet, she relaxed the grip that she had around his wrist, though seemed to give no intention at all that she was going to be letting go of him anytime soon; the hand that she had been using to wave over at her most recently returned friend dropping down to quickly brush at her clothes, quickly checking to see if she had indeed been hit by any of the dirt he had mentioned went flying towards them, “Nine times out of ten it’s just Griffy that waits for her to get back, sometimes its Gideon that’s here waiting; and even though she complains about people meeting her up here, she loves seeing everyone.”

“..flashy isn’t exactly the right word to describe Morgan over there- try ‘hot-headed’ or ‘rash’ instead, maybe even ‘stubborn’ and you might hit the nail on the head.” It wasn’t as though Erin had meant to overhear the private conversation going on between pinkie and the new guy- okay, that was exactly her intention; it was why she had moved away from where she had been standing by Thalia’s pine, instead taking up the space on Logan’s other side so that she could hear what was being said between the both of them, “Though little Juliet here does have a point- the two pups, though they don’t particularly get along with one another, take it in turns to beg for their mistresses attention.”

“She isn’t that bad, Erin..! Ky’s a really nice person; she’s sweet and she cares a lot about everyone in the camp, that includes you. And she’s also a really good cook too..!” Giggling softly to herself knowing that Erin wouldn’t have anything to say in return, Syleste turned her head away from the both of them once more, her head tilting and a smile never once seeming to fade from her features as she listened to the familiar banter between both Ky’ vie and Griffin getting further and further away from the group, “Trust me, Logan; you’re going to absolutely love her cooking- and if you tell her your favorite foods, she makes them for you on your birthday..!”

“Yeah, yeah- can we hurry up and get a move on already? I have better things to do than to waste my time escorting little greenies around the camp.” Not bothering to even wait for an answer from either of them, Erin shoved her hands deeper down into the pockets of her shorts, her body turning away from the hill as she began to make her decent; following the path of so many who had already disappeared to go about their daily routines. Truth was, she had nothing better to do with her time- if she wasn’t here doing this, she would be sitting in her cabin working on her art. Not that it was going to be getting her anywhere in life; her style of work wasn’t something that would earn her a living as anything more than a tattoo artist, and while the thought of inflicting pain on people with needles was oh so tempting to her, she had no drive to socialize with those outside of the camp.

“Whenever Ky throws a party, it usually begins when you hear the music can be heard pumping through the camp- so when it comes on, just follow the crowd and you won’t miss a thing, promise.” Smile fading only slightly as she tried to concentrate on the footfalls she assumed belonged to the princess of death herself, Syleste softly tugged on his hand as she soon began to follow along behind her, her long and wavy bubblegum pink locks bouncing over her back with each and every step that she took- she was glad that she had decided to tag along for the tour… it was the most excitement that she had seen come through camp in quite some time, and if it was any indication of what was to come, she couldn’t wait to see what was next, “If you have any questions about anything, feel free to ask okay? Erin might bite, but I can promise you that I don’t.”