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[center][h1][sub][i][color=red]Talon[/color][/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —

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[b]Location:[/b] Lake, Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Valeria, [@Rodiak][/sup][/center]
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His silence, the brief few moments of peace around him, the gentle sound of the lake on it's banks was broken as a rock shattered the serenity. The ripples it made across the water turned the slight, calming sound of the water hitting the banks into something a bit more violent. It was foolish to have thought it might be Elias... or even Octavia, but Talon still glanced around. He sighed, looking away as he saw Valeria. 

He didn't know why he had thought- had even hoped for one tiny second... He shook his head. Who kicked rocks into the lake? What was the point of that? Just to watch it sink? Like he had been contemplating for himself... He sighed again, pushing out of his crouch. His body hurt, but he didn't care. He was sure that he was a mess of blood, cuts, bruises and more- what he saw from his reflection in the lake didn't look pretty. 

But he didn't care. 

He watched Valeria as she bent to pick up more stones. To throw? You didn't throw rocks into the water. You skipped rocks. [color=red]"You're doing it wrong."[/color] Words slightly muffled around a split lip, Talon picked up a smooth stone.  It was just about perfect, mostly flat, smooth and comfortable in the size of his hand. He held it, so that his thumb and middle finger were gripping it in a pincher like grip, his inder finger hooked around the edge. Standing up straight, he shifted slightly so that he was on a slight angle to the water. He waited a heart beat or two before he threw the stone out, and down towards the water with a fair bit of force- for speed. 

The stone bounced across the surface of the lake, a statisfying slap like sound seeming to echo over the lake as the stone skipped the surface. [color=red]"Throwing stones just has a chance of pissing off whatever creatures are in the lake. Skipping, less chance of pissing a creature off by hiting it."[/color] 


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[center][h1][sub][i][color=limegreen]Pierre[/color][/i][/sub][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
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Pierre didn't particularly like the answers they were given, but he doubted that even Chiron didn't like them. He doubted they'd get any satisfactory answers for a little while, until Erin  either shared it or they knew the results of the quest. [i]Face the wrath of Lord Ares... [/j] what would the Gods do, if they refused to let Erin face it alone? Pierre realised he had been standing there for some time as others began to leave, and he looked down at the idol in his hand, the large golden ring. 

He wasn't even sure what to do with it. He had never really figured that part out. It probably wasn't a good time to ask- even asking Ky' vie seemed a bit... selfish. There was nothing he could do for Erin, not yet... he doubted she'd talk to him anyway. There were others better suited to it then he, for her- and they were already evidently making their way to her. 

He stood a little awkwardly, gaze moving across the crowd, seeking Adeline- and frowning as he saw her with Greyson. Oh, the lad was good with her, but... that didn't mean he didn't worry. Sighing, he looked away, turning to walk away. He could go back to the cabin, perhaps try and find answers.