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[h1][color=goldenrod]Kiran Khanna[/color][/h1]
[h2]The Infirmary, The Mess Hall[/h2][/center]

Kiran drummed her fingers against the wooden desk where she sat. Her eyes were glued to the door of the infirmary, occasionally glancing at the antique clock that hung onto the west wall. Arianna still hadn't dropped by. Who knows what she could be doing right now. The daughter of Apollo started bouncing her leg. What if something bad happened? Could she have gone into an episode? No, someone would have come gotten her. Right? Now she was biting her lower lip. What if they didn't know what to do? Or where to find her? These thoughts ran wild in the Indian girl's head. Anxious to do [i]something[/i], she got up and went to one of the various medicine cabinets to retrieve Arianna's medication. The tube of pills was slipped into her pocket. She would have to go out to find the party girl.

At last, another child of Apollo came through the door to relieve her of her duties. Kiran quickly ran through the necessities before bolting out of the building that had confined her for 2 long hours. Her poor sibling's head was probably still spinning after how fast the anxious girl had talked. In her mind, there was no time to waste. 

Sprinting, the brunette found herself checking all over the camp for her target. Asking around, and poking her nose into cracked doors soon sapped the anxious energy from her body. From the angle of the sun, Kiran knew that her good friend would be alright for awhile still. The feeling of being couped up had got to her head. Sighing, she headed to the dining pavilion to feed her groaning stomach.

There were many campers spread out over the pavilion. Some eating, others socializing, and a few Ares kids arm wrestling. Kiran grabbed a plate and piled some food onto it before sitting amongst her siblings at the Apollo table. 

They were chatting away, when a figure caught the bright girl's eye. It was Jericho. He was her closest cousin by blood, but definitely not friendship wise. He was always distant, a characteristic far from what Kiran herself would be considered. While he wasn't exactly the type of person she usually admired, Kiran couldn't help but feel a bit envious of his skill with a bow. Being the spawn of Apollo, she was expected to be a master at shooting, but she fell far from those expectations. Jericho on the other hand, was great. The failed expectations were a constant reminder of her mother. Kiran tried her best to avoid archery, but when no one was around, she practiced trying different methods and techniques. However, nothing ever worked out for her.

Realizing that she had been staring, the brown eyed girl quickly turned her head away and focused back on the conversation. She needed to finish up and locate Arianna.