[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Training Arena[/center]
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It was a pleasant morning and while she was a bit hungry, Athanasia found eating low on her list of priorities for the minute. Perhaps a bit of practice, as it usually was, her appetite would be larger than a mere annoyance and food never appeared good first thing in the morning unlike hitting something. Arthur was a lovely target. Pegasi appeared in the air, riders on them as they winged over the strawberry field that produced some lovely product. Typical of the camp though she would still call it extraordinary that there could be this peace in place where so many different people gathered. Then again as the training arena came into view Athanasia had to consider the fact they did have a good few Ares campers.

The point she had noted were the loud shouts of disapproval when a child of Athena got in a good hit on a Ares camper. Or vice versa when the bulky campers gave a cry of victory after besting a opponent. Ares kids were a loud and annoying bunch that grated on Athanasia's nerves. In part it was due to their lack of civility, in part Ryland's dislike of them. The pale girl's attention turned to head of the Athena Cabin as she tipped her hat slightly. Proper as ever. [color=SlateBlue]"And morning Alanna, though I doubt it is good."[/color] Her voice never rose to louder than it needed to be easily heard. Shouting was rather rude unless it was necessary. Plucking a practice sword form several sat on a bench nearby, she tested the edge and the balance with a keen eye. It would do, though it didn't suit her as well as she liked. That sword, her Black Rose, was something she only called on when seriously fighting and meaning to do harm. It was not a toy to play with like the other campers seemed to think of some of their weapons.

Casting a dark eye at her brother her lips curved into a taunting smile. [color=SlateBlue]"Are you ready, brother mine?"[/color] The younger camper offered with a sweet and innocent voice, which was no such to those that knew her. Hooking her arm through a strap, Athanasia hefted a small round buckler that was not to big, nor too small, but just right for her tiny height. And no, no one save her brothers were to crack 'tiny', 'small', or 'short' jokes at her expense without good tastes. Usually they ended up with a bit of a run of bad luck, despite her protests that it was unneeded and she could see to such things herself. Plucking the hat, from her head Athanasia set it next to the weapons, letting the sheath of the sword she had chosen hold down the brim so a stray gust of wind would not blow it off and make her seek Ry out to fetch it back. She was rather fond of this particular accessory after all.