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Imani's cooking had become one of the few things he truly cherished in this place. It was different from the foods made in the cafeteria kitchens or any foods outside the camp. Food in Cork had been bland, tasteless, and cold. In Los Angeles, it had been too hot that burned his tongue. Imani's cooking was anything but that. She treated it almost like an art, the way she'd always cut the vegetables with such precision or how she sprinkled the seasoning over the food. Watching her made him wonder how they could be related in the slightest.

The drunken haze had crawled back to the edges of his mind, the numbing feeling that came with it now gone. So when Kyrin heard his name being called among a few others over the speaker system, he blinked, unsure he had really heard his name. Why would Dionysus be calling his name? He hadn't been the only one being called, so it couldn't be something bad, right? 

It ate at him like ember on paper as he gathered himself. It took him a minute or two of running his hands through the bleached blonde hair. His roots were growing out, the dark hair peeking out, making him look unkempt and messy. He should just dye it back to black, less effort to maintain. But dying it back would mean he'd look like [i]him[/i].

Kyrin stared at his reflection. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea...

[i]Kyring Nahng[/i] he could hear Mr.D's voice again in his mind.

A shake of his head and another comb through his hair, his attention was brought back to the task at hand. Dionysus was looking for him, and quickly. As much as he didn't want to make his way back up to the Big House, he knew keeping the God of Wine waiting wasn't a good idea. 

[color=54626f]"I'll see you later, Ani."[/color] Kyrin waved to her as he walked out of their cabin, hands buried in his pockets.
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[color=b45a5c]"Something like that."[/color]

Valeria pushed a gooey peach around the pie tray, her eyes staring down at it. She hadn't been distracted, just preoccupied. Her interaction with Talon wasn't leaving her mind, and as much as she wanted to hear Maki explain their ability to her, she just wouldn't be able to pay attention. All she could think about was that face, the clenched jaw and fists, the way he looked at her when she smiled like nothing. The way he had reacted after Brynn's interaction, the way she had felt all those old scars. 

She could still feel them. Her magic had been able to pick out the newest scars, but at the same time, she was able to see the older ones. The ones that had healed over long periods without care. Without a gentle hand. 

At that moment, Valeria had wanted to comfort the boy. Ask him if he could take all of those old scars away. She was glad she didn't; it would have probably upset Talon further. It wasn't the right thing to do, not after he had taught her how to skip rocks. Her father would say that she'd be out of line. She didn't know Talon well enough.

But she was just trying to be nice to him. 

[color=b45a5c]"I learned to skip rocks,"[/color] Valeria smiled, looking at Maki now. [color=b45a5c]"It was nice; I didn't get the hang of it first, but after some practice, I got it!"[/color] She took her spoon, bring it up in front of her face. The pie forgotten now. 

[color=b45a5c]"First, you have to find the right rock- or pebble. Smooth and kind of heavy."[/color] She pulled her arm back and twisted her torso a bit, [color=b45a5c]"Then you go like this and throw it! But you have to be careful because if you do it with too much force, you'll just throw the pebble."[/color] A grin and a throw of an imaginary pebble before she sat back down in front of Maki. 

[color=b45a5c]"So, tell me now, how'd you get the pie?"[/color]


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