[hr][hr][color=LightPink][center][h1]Syleste Astrea Nioré[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Michael Stevenson and Niesha Stevenson ([@Caits]), Elena Reese ([@Nallore]), and Natalie Hawkins ([@Feisty-Pants]).[/sup][/center][/color]
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[b]“Adieu. Syl, I believe that is your name, oui? If you wish to speak with me like I sense you do, all you need is to ask but once. Though may I recommend a guide to my quarters, all you need is to follow the scent of lilac. Trust your senses, and you will find me.”[/b]

At the invitation extended to her, Syleste’s grip over Michael’s top relaxed, if only just a bit as she gave herself a few moments time to think about what had just been said out loud, for all to hear. She… the huntress… somehow she seemed to know she was thinking of speaking with her; thinking of asking her about what it was like to be a part of Artemis’ hunt- of what it was like outside the boarders of the camp…

Joining the hunt would give her a chance to leave the camp once and for all; to explore the world around her, and to not be weighed down by her disability. To almost everyone around her, her blindness was a weakness; it didn’t matter how good she was with her abilities, it didn’t matter how kind she was, or how many friends she had… they were always going to see her as weak…

By the Gods, it was so tempting…

Elena and Neisha’s words barely registered in her mind; she could scarcely hear them with her thoughts so clouded the way that they were… and that was when she felt it. The warmth of his arms as they tightened around her almost protectively, as if he was doing everything in his power to keep her from moving away from him, though she knew for a fact that he wasn’t that type of guy. If she wanted to leave, Michael would let her go… he was just so sweet like that…

[color=00A651]“Syl… s-since C-Connor is not g-going to b-be here… I w-was thinking that… m-maybe you’d l-like to… g-g-go outside the c-c-c-camp? There’s s-s-some… inventions I c-c-could make… that m-m-might make it easier f-for y-you… We c-could probably c-convince C-Chiron… and w-we’d probably have to t-take a satyr… b-b-but… if it c-c-could be d-d-done… would you like t-to?”[/color]

His words only helped to cement her resolve.

Even though the huntress had been right; even though she wanted to speak with her about what the hunt had to offer her, now wasn’t the right time… Right now, she was with people who loved her- who cared about her, and wanted her to be safe and happy… people who were bending over backwards to make sure that while her brother was gone, she was going to be looked after and cared for. If she left now to speak to the new huntress-…

No… she couldn’t do that to them; especially not Michael who was trying so hard.

Once more tightening her grip over the front of his top, Syleste pressed herself even closer into his body, the warmth of his arms so inviting… so comforting… she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to leave them any time soon, [color=LightPink]“I-I-… I’d like that… a lot…”[/color]