[hr][hr][color=OrangeRed][center][h1]Aella Lorraine Stedford[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Webster Hamilton ([@smarty0114]), James Wolfe and Marcel Gates ([@YoshiSkittlez]).[/sup][/center]

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So these were the people she was supposed to be living with during her time here within the Grecian camp..? Her family of sorts; or at least, thanks to her father being counterparts of the god of war, they were connected in some way, depending on how you looked at it. 

Narrowing her eyes ever so slightly, she let her gaze flick over the figures making their way down the tower and back over to their friends, each one more different than the last that went by… a young girl with brown hair; slight muscle, stronger than most others that she could see in the group, but then sloppily cared for when it came to toning, unlike the guy who stood at the top of the tower fighting for victory who seemed like he was all brawn and no brain. However, whether both cases were both due to not having the proper training, or whether it was just pure laziness she wasn’t sure.

Turning her head away from where the two demigods were arguing with each other on the top of the tower, she once more let her attention wander over the rest of them as they milled about in front of her, taking her time to look each and every single one of them over before eventually, her gaze came to a rest on the familiar looking figure of a blonde guy who seemed insistent on staring right back at her- the unintentional challenge throwing her just slightly, though she didn’t show it as she let her mind wander over where she had seen him before.

Who in the name of Tartarus was this guy..?

He was small… weight wise anyway- not much muscle tone, and while holding the air of a warrior about him, he looked far from it. But there was something about him… The flash of eggnog laced with too much alcohol, and the smell of mistletoe flickered across the forefront of her mind, causing a look of dawning to cross over her features, her soft pink lips parting even further than they already were.

Webster. That was his name; or at least, that’s what Frank and Annabeth had introduced him by anyway… It had been a good night; great food, good company, and then it had ended with the two of them sharing a bed for the night… with her waking the next morning naked, and completely alone in the spare bedroom of her half-brother’s place. No; she wasn’t here for things like love, and his actions had only helped to solidify the lessons learnt. How many times had it been drummed into her..? It was the number one rule: never trust them… as soon as they had the chance, they would double cross, and stab you clear in the back.

[color=9966cc]"Hey, uh, why are-?"[/color]

Clenching her jaw slightly at the very thought of her training, Aella took a moment longer before she tore her gaze away from him, her dark eyes instead falling to rest on the guy that was stood closer to her than the others, her body straightening slightly in the saddle as she stared down at him, her attention only pulled away again as what seemed to be a meeting began, calling for all in the area to stop what they were doing and listen.

What in the name of Pluto had she just wandered into..?

The fact that they were handing out a quest so suddenly… so urgently… it was something that she had grown used to over the years. It always happened; and while Camp Jupiter was a little more strict in just [i]how[/i] quests were handed out to campers, she knew for a fact it was just something that couldn’t be controlled just because it might be considered inconvenient to all of who were involved… however, the thought that the Grecian camp were harboring a thief within their ranks only helped to solidify the one lesson that had always been pushed onto all Roman campers…

[i]“Never trust a Grecian.”[/i]

Unable to help the rather amused chuckled that fell out through her soft pink lips as each of the campers began to react to what they had all been told, Aella allowed her dark eyes to flick over to the small group of five that made up the quest standing in front of the tower; each of them stepping forward when their names had been called out by the one she assumed was the one who was being accused of the crime. Two girls, and three guys. The ones leaving the camp to go out on the quest for a bird- no, a [i]pink[/i] bird of all things… the problem was though, that she could sympathize with both sides.

She didn’t know this “Alan” guy- the only time she had even lain eyes on him was when he had been asked to choose the other campers that he wanted to accompany him on the quest; and while she couldn’t, or well, shouldn’t go about making any assumptions about the one who had been accused of the crime, she was also a daughter of Mars, with her legacy being that of the lady Venus…

She was an outsider in the matter, and as far as she was concerned, she was planning on keeping it that way for as long as she possibly could.

[color=Dimgray]“I give him two days.”[/color]

The sound of a woman’s voice filling the air caught her attentions, causing her to pull back and away from her train of thought, both her gaze and her attention instead turning to linger on the girl’s figure as she turned on her heel and began to walk back in her direction, almost walking straight into her and casing Alcippe to huff out in annoyance.

[color=Dimgray]“Hades' breath... I was wondering what was kicking up a stink so much... Bit lost, don't cha think, Princess?”[/color]

Shaking her head lightly from side to side, Aella couldn’t help the way that her lips turned up in a small though obvious smirk, a soft chuckle falling out and into the air around her as she once more began to work the reins, pulling on them lightly and slowly guiding her horse back just a couple of steps, her dark eyes lowering to meet with that of the girl who seemed to be looking up at Alcippe as though she were some kind of demon horse raised from the Underworld.

“Nah… unfortunately for you, I know I’m in the right place; besides, I don’t remember asking you, Morticia- a child of Pluto I assume… your lot are never very welcoming.”

[color=deepskyblue]“We’ll be careful Cassie. I promise.”[/color]

Her dark eyes flicked away from the girl and back over to Webster, watching on as he passed them by on his way to the cabins- of all the demigods that she could have run into… why did it have to be him. Returning her attention back around to the rest of the scenery the camp had to offer, she frowned slightly- it was exactly what she had been expecting when she’d first arrived; to be alone, and finding her own way around..? It didn’t seem as though it was going to be that difficult; the layout of the camp was (at least to her) pretty basic and easy to remember.
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