[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] Hades Cabin[/center]
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Athanasia brushed a bit more of the annoying dust off herself. It really wasn't too much of a damage to her clothes, being sensible enough to have made them out of reasonable material. Though she smiled sweetly at Alannah's suggestion. While she was generally agreeable to most things, Athanasia made it a point to train almost exclusively, with exception, with Ryland and Arthur. It wasn't that she disliked the other campers or thought less of them. She just enjoyed the time spent with the two people who mattered most to her at the camp, and only she was allowed to hurt those who were [i]hers[/i]. Possessive? Perhaps, but she saw nothing wrong with that. Then again it wasn't always sunshine and roses when you have two over protective figures. Rolling her eyes at Arthur's smile, she gave a soft one herself. [color=SlateBlue]"I shall be sure to take you up on that at some point."[/color] It wasn't a lie, she would take Alannah's offer at some point though it most likely would be a rare thing.

Turning on her heel she looped her arm through Arthur's as they walked towards the open aired dining pavilion, only half listening to her half-brother's complaints about the talking skull. A bit of accident she had created when her powers came upon her one dark night. Shadows and bones were hers to command, and it was positively [i]fun[/i] to get a jolt out of people by appearing when they least expected it. Her poor mother had long gotten used to such antics. For the rest of the population? It was always amusing to the girl to charm people after giving them a good jump start. Such a perfect individual! She could blend in quiet well and be forgotten in the background then to speak up with some knowledgeable comment or other. Her dark eyes studied the skies above the peaceful, as it could be, camp. [color=SlateBlue]"Do not worry so much about Chatter, brother. He will not be waking you again, or me for that matter."[/color] The sly smile on Athanasia's lips was nothing short of trouble as she giggled. [color=SlateBlue]"Surely you could stuff your ears with the Stygian iron? I doubt you could hear then!"[/color]

The dining pavilion itself was thick with people, and the smell of food swept with the breezes from it. Practically hauling Arthur behind her, Athanasia made a beeline for the tables as she noted a familiar blonde head among the others. Food being secondary on her list. Tackling Ryland, son of Zeus's, waist in a giant hug. Thanking abandoning Arthur to do so. [color=SlateBlue]"Ryland!"[/color] Athanasia beamed up at the hero who had brought her to Camp Half-Blood to begin with. Grinning with sweet, and false, innocence at Brynn she chirped a quick 'good morning' and 'lovely hair!' to the older half-blood.