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[color=#B1DB30][sup][b]Location:[/b] Training Grounds - Camp Half-Blood; New York.[/sup]
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It was in the forest that he could truly breathe... that he could just be himself without consequence.

With the light from the sun streaming through the boughs in brilliant yet shadowy beams; it was in the forest that he felt a deep sense of kinship running through the flora and right into his core. Stretching out across the Earth, and touching everything that lived; and he could feel it. This strange life force. Filling his lungs... his brain; his very soul. It was in everything... the mountains, the undergrowth, the rivers and creeks, the trees and animals- everything that surrounded him and made the Earth they all called home as beautiful as it was. It was as though the forest itself was its own unique sentient being. Whispering softly to the purest of hearts with its wisdom. And really, it kind of was.

Adjusing the straps of his pack on his shoulders, Kepano's eyes closed. Head tilting back as the warm rays of a sun born to rise each morning streamed in through the canopy above him, washing over him. Each one seeping into his skin, and with them, he couldn't help but feel alive. How couldn't he..? Wrapped in the blessing provided to them by his mother... his half-sister, Persphone... Apollo... Pan- he opened his eyes. And doing so, took another look around his person.

Aside from the usual underbrush, the forest floor was littered with roots. Weaving in and out of the Earth which thanks to the morning dew that still clung almost desperately to the foliage, even now that the sun hung almost directly above him in the sky, emmited the strong scent of petrichor. Musky, fresh- it was really the only way that he could describe it without going into scientific detail. And honestly, it was still way too early for that sort of thinking. Normally he waited at least until early or late afternoon to bust out the botany and herbology, and even then, he tried to avoid boring people by yapping their ears off with all of the plant talk. It just wasn't something that everyone was into, and he wasn't exactly willing to go about forcing it on anyone.

That just wasn't who he was.

Letting out a sigh; gentle and relaxing. A sense of calm seemed to wash over him as he cast his gaze out to the scene lain out in front of him. From where he was stood, he had the perfect view of the horizon and the crest of mountains that encircled the area like a magnificent painting cast and held within a golden frame for all to stand and admire. The sky was blue. But then, when you looked deeper, it was so much more than that. A soft smile dancing over his features, it was a few moments longer of simply admiring the work that only Apollo could produce before he turned his back to the horizon. The ground crunching under his feet with each step that he took- the path nonexistent, though his destination was more than clear. It was time that he headed home. He'd already been gone for almost a week on his little impromptu camping trip, and if he was being honest with himself, he'd be more than surprised if he wasn't bombarded as soon as he got back by campers whining about having almost starved during his absence.

Gods, they could be so dramatic at times; but then, it was just who they were.

He wouldn't have them any other way.

Chuckling softly to himself, Kepano shoved his hands down into the pockets of his jacket. Giving a light shake of his head as he trudged along, winding his way through the trees until, finally, after having hiked for quite some time, he broke though the line and into the familiar open space of the camp. His dark brown gaze gliding slowly over the area as he slowed to a stop, taking a moment to try and get his bearings, they eventually fell to his phone as he drew it out from his pocket. His thumb pressing down into the power button, he waited for it to flash to life before he allowed himself to get distracted again. Glancing around at just where it was he'd ended up.

The training grounds. Huh...

He must have really gotten further off his normal track than he first thought. The buzzing vibration of his phone in his hand pulling his thoughts back down to the divice, he couldn't help but blink. Once... twice- he wasn't really sure how many times he did so before he let out a nervous laugh. Twelve new messages. If he was being completely honest, he was surprised it wasn't more. And-... Oh Gods... he wasn't looking forward to checking his email. How many orders had been put in while he was away..? Shaking his head lightly, pushing forward, Kep let his feet be his guide as he wandered back towards the main part of camp. Thumb moving over the screen as he began going through and responding to the messages he'd recieved during his little hiatus.

Ahh... getting back into his routine was going to be fun.