[centre][b][h1][color=limegreen]Pierre Niore[/color][/h1][/b]

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[sup][color=limegreen][b]Location[/b]: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[b]Interacting With: Erin Chase, Syleste Niore ([@Vicier]), Simon Riddle ([@Ghost Shadow]), Niesha and Michael Stevenson [/b][/color][/sup][/centre]

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Pierre continued his climb up the tower, and one quick look told him that this year was a bust as well, Ky’ vie was well ahead of him. Yet Pierre wouldn’t simply give up the tower. How would he learn, otherwise? Besides, reaching the top was something he could do. Everyone had their strengths, and weaknesses, and Pierre knew that he couldn’t change that. He glanced down, gaze finding Syleste. She was never really given the chance to do any of this… stuck in the camp since they were young… 

Pierre knew that all the precautions that were placed on Syleste were for her own good… and he wanted her safe… but he also hated the fact that it was required. Most summers, Pierre stayed at the camp, but sometimes he returned home, to make sure their mother was okay and he hated leaving her behind. He knew he was protective of her, but he was allowed to… she was his little sister. Yet, he’d give her the world, if he could. 

Realising he had been stationary for a few moments, he looked up at the tower, continuing on his way. Next time he left the camp, he was going to try damn hard to have Syleste come with him. He’d get permission somehow. She wasn’t a little kid anymore… And she’d been in camp for years. There had to be some safety precautions they could put in place. Or maybe he was just falling into a bit of wistful thinking. He sighed softly, focusing on the tower, soon reaching the top, although he didn’t bother to climb onto the platform, hearing Ky’ vie and Deon… talking seemed too polite a word. Arguing, perhaps then. 

He didn’t want to have anything to do with that, and as Deon goaded Ky’ vie into kissing him for the win, Pierre was already starting his way back down the tower, frustrated. Going down was easier then going up, and Pierre was soon on the ground, as Dionysus  spoke. 

[color=Gold]“Ms. Kylie Montgomery… Mr. Devin Argent… I suggest you stumble your way back down to the stands, and take a seat with the rest of these lazy lumps. I have the unfortunate pleasure of calling my camp to meeting, and I need all ears on us…”[/color]

Pierre waited for the god to finish speaking, before he moved away from the tower, standing alone for a few moments, thoughtful. In all his time at camp, Dionysus only brought the whole camp together for important things. Of course, they were all brought together, generally, for when campers were claimed by their parents, but Dionysus tended to shrink on dealing with all of them at once. So whatever this was, had to be important, in one way or another. And, it seemed, it didn’t have anything to do with Ky’ vie or Deon. When Dionysus got your name right, you knew you were in trouble. 

Looking about, he found that Syleste was with a few people, and pleased at that, he started towards the small group, and smiled, seeing that he was right. She had Prince, the small dog forever happy to be carried, and nuzzled, and Pierre was well aware that the Forever Puppy would protect Syleste, no matter the fact that he was undersized and smaller than a majority of the creatures at camp. Which should worry him, but it didn’t. Prince was a feisty little thing and Syleste could look after herself, with a little warning. 

[color=limegreen]”Hello”[/color]