[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/623360226481012766/830510933285273610/5fa292dd93329b2167dedfb4bf154665.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Camp Grounds away from fire
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Demetri watched as Zeke went to place his guitar down. Confused for a moment until the words finally rang in his head. Zeke had agreed to go off and talk. Suddenly Demi's stomach was riddled with knots as nerves twisted inside him begging him to run. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He had to see at least this much through. Demi stood up, leading Zeke a bit away, just enough to where the campers became shadows in the light of the fire, making it that much harder for any prying eyes to observe their conversation. He was quiet during the walk, taping his finger against the wooden box now sideways and held before him as he walked. 

When he finally felt they had moved far enough away, Demetri spoke. [Color=6666FF]"I know you're not happy with what I've just done. It's too public and I want to apologize first and foremost."[/color] His cheeks were stained pink with embarrassment, hardly keeping eye contact. [Color=6666FF]"I didn't really need help with the eye, it was just an excuse to pull you away. Something campers wouldn't question. I…"[/color] Demetri’s voice was caught in his throat for a moment. Finally looking up to meet Zeke's eyes. [Color=6666FF]"I realized that I've known you for over a year now. We've been friends for at least half of one or so...and yet. I don't even know your birthday and I've missed Christmas with you and…"[/color] 

Demetri’s voice trembled for a moment. Realizing he was stumbling his words, nothing was coming out how he wanted it. He took a deep breath, letting out a shaky but steady breath. [Color=6666FF]"Anyways, I worked at the forge to make you a birthday present, and I have a late Christmas gift here for you too."[/color] Demetri pulled out the eye from the wooden box. Leaving the antiquated copy of the Iliad and the collapsible watch guitar inside. He held the box out towards Zeke for him to take. [Color=6666FF]"Pull the dial on the wristwatch. Oh and uh, happy belated birthday and Christmasyou jerk."[/color]

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Camp Grounds > Hecate Cabin
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Cassian noticed Anabelle's careful inspection of him and his words as the voice spoke up again, causing him to turn and face where the noise had come from. He began to study her himself to see what her final verdict was. His expression softened as he noticed she didn't think he was crazy, shoulders slumped and he nodded towards her. He could tell she knew something was off, and perhaps the Hecate cabin was exactly where he needed to be. [Color=CC00CC]"Yeah...A cup of tea sounds really nice right about now."[/color]

Cassian allowed her to lead the way towards the Hecate Cabin. Keeping an eye out for his unwanted specter. [Color=CC00CC]"Do we have a lot of ghosts wandering the campgrounds? Are they usually...Malicious?"[/color] He let his question cling to the air for a moment before he continued forward, figuring he should mask the questions with something less ominous that made him appear less concerned and more intrigued . [Color=CC00CC]"Oh, and what kinds of tea do you all carry? Is it a loose leaf? Sachet? Or do you make special brews to open third eyes?"[/color]