Tempest had made herself comfortable at a table tucked in the back corner of the mess hall. She had sat here for the past three years, making small talk with whatever cabin mates she had that year but never really becoming close with anyone. She listened to Lilac give her yearly speech and sat back to wait for the food line to die down before she got up to get lunch.

She pulled her sketchbook out of her bag and flipped it open, turning to a fresh page and tapping her pencil thoughtfully against her cheek as she tried to determine what to draw. She had one earbud in, so she could focus on something other than the lull of conversation that made her head hurt, and had one of her favorite bands turned up loud enough that someone sitting close enough could probably make out the words.

She was less than thrilled to be back here. Her past few summers had been fine and all, but she always felt like she was missing out on the adventures had by her friends back home. She was sixteen this year and could finally drive on her own, yet her mom sent her back to this camp. She didn't like being hidden away in the woods when she should be staying out all night, watching horror movies in her pajamas with her best friend, and living the life she dreamed about. She felt like she was finally old enough to have real adventures, but her mom seemed to disagree.

She sighed to herself and pushed the thought aside, settling on some lithe little Fae girl to sketch.