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[h1]Erin Marie Chase[/h1]
[h2]Hades Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2][/center]

[i]When the direwolf howled again, Tyrion shut the heavy leather-bound cover on the book he was reading, a hundred-year-old discourse on the changing seasons by a long-dead maester. He covered a yawn with the back of his hand. His reading lamp was flickering, its oil all but gone, as dawn light leaked through the high windows. He had been at it all night, but that was nothing new. Tyrion Lannister was not much a one for sleeping.

His legs were stiff and sore as he eased down off the bench. He massaged some life back into them and limped heavily to the table where the septon was snoring softly, his head pillowed on an open book in front of him. Tyrion glanced at the title. A life of the Grand Maester Aethelmure, no wonder. “Chayle,” he said softly. The young man jerked up, blinking, confused, the crystal of his order swinging wildly on its silver chain. “I’m off to break my fast. See that you return the books to the shelves. Be gentle with the Valyrian scrolls, the parchment is very dry. Ayrmidon’s Engines of War is quite rare, and yours is the only complete copy I’ve ever seen.” Chayle gaped at him, still half-asleep. Patiently, Tyrion repeated his instructions, then clapped the septon on the shoulder and left him to his tasks.[/i]

She’d been reading now for what felt like hours. The very moment that she had left Logan standing on her cabins porch, she’d gone and made a beeline straight to the couch and in turn, over to the book that she had left laying there the previous night; Game Of Thrones. Why she hadn’t thought to read it sooner was beyond her- the bloodshed, the heartbreak, the betrayal, the anger… everything about it was appealing to her, and to think the only reason she had begun to read the series was because half the time she couldn’t understand half of the stupid references that the birdbrain from the Hermes cabin spouted from his lips. It was ridiculous… but she had to admit that she could see just why such a franchise was so appealing to him. She hadn’t been reading it for more than a few days, and though she would never speak it out loud; even she was hooked on the charms that came with those fighting for the power that came with sitting upon the iron throne.

Lifting her hand up to her mouth from where it had been resting lightly against the pages of the open book in her lap, she let her tongue slip out through her lips, flicking it slowly across the tip of her pointer finger as she continued to read, being sure to finish the sentence that she was on before she lowered her hand to the page, using the grip she had just created to flip the page over to the next one so that she could continue to follow the story she had seemingly become so immersed in. She could hear the music pumping from only a few cabins away; and while she knew that the party was going to spread to other cabins due to the amount of people showing up, her cabin was one that always remained untouched. Something about the others not wanting to get on the bad side of the daughter of Hades; though whatever gave them [i]that[/i] impression… the thought of it caused her lips to turn up in a small though highly amused smirk.

She wasn’t the easiest person in the world to get along with; even she could admit that one- maybe that was why she was an only child. Her almighty father didn’t want to put someone through the pain of having to deal with her being either their older or their little sister; not that she was complaining… Siblings were a pain in the ass; a waste of space, and just a mess that she didn’t want to have to ever deal with. She wasn’t a people person; or at least, she wasn’t anymore… maybe once in her life it had been a big part of her, but those days were long over, and she couldn’t see a path leading back to those times. Feeling a light pressure pushing down over her shoulder, her soft pink lips parted as she turned her head around so that she could see just what it was that happened to be disturbing her peace; the gentle tickle of black fur brushing lightly over her flesh causing her to chuckle, her expression softening as she brought her hand around to lightly scratch behind the felines ear as it curled up lightly over her chest, its bright eyes turning to stare at her as though questioning her actions.

“Don’t look at me like that, Salem; I’m not going. I don’t see why I should waste my time celebrating the arrival of that stupid thunder-thighs, with every other person in this useless place.” Carefully readjusting herself over the couch in which she sat so that she was more comfortable and could see her book, she let the hand she was using to scratch at Salem’s ear slide down his back until she was gently stroking his soft black fur with the tips of her fingers, her eyes full of affection as she turned her gaze back over to her book, once more returning to the story she found herself so immersed in, “..so just leave it be…”

[i]Outside, Tyrion swallowed a lungful of the cold morning air and began his laborious descent of the steep stone steps that corkscrewed around the exterior of the library tower. It was slow going; the steps were cut high and narrow, while his legs were short and twisted. The rising sun had not yet cleared the walls of Winterfell, but the men were already hard at it in the yard below. Sandor Clegane’s rasping voice drifted up to him. “The boy is long time dying. I wish he would be quicker about it.”[/i]

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