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[right][color=silver][sub][color=FF7b7b]Time:[/color] Thursday, June 1st, 6:30am.
[color=ff7b7b]Location:[/color] Demios Cabin -> Mess Hall 
[color=ff7b7b]Interactions:[/color] Screaming at the sky. 
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Ryan woke up screaming in the stillness of her room. 

Pillows and blankets had been thrown across the room as visions of her childhood danced in her head. The night terrors wasn’t anything she talked about, and she felt guilty for waking up her siblings at odd hours in the morning. But what could she do? She didn’t choose her mother, nor her trauma. Ryan was just thankful for the few people that understood - like Dany, for example. 

It was mornings like these where Ryan wished she was more of an integral part of the camp. An extra hobby or chore would help to distract her mind better than any shower, but she had forced herself into this quiet lonesome - and only she could blame herself for it. 

Once she was done with her shower, Ryan grabbed her daily necessities from her bedside table before quietly exiting the Deimos cabin. While she was glad that she had found her little family here at Camp Half-blood, she was happy that it was just that - little. Less people to disturb, less people to worry about, and less people to worry about her. 

Even the sunrise and sounds of the camp coming alive for summer did nothing to shake the mind numbing feeling that she had as she walked down to the mess hall. She had spent years being angry at the world, and this morning wasn’t anything different. Grateful for the fact she was one of the first to arrive for breakfast, Ryan seated herself at the empty Deimos table as nymphs danced around the mess hall with platters of divine looking rations. The young woman silently filled her plate with various cheeses, berries and bread before making her way to the fire outside to burn her offerings to the gods. 

The gods. 

What had they ever done for her? 

All Ryan knew of her father was what her mother, Georgia, had told her. Ryan often kicked herself for believing it, knowing that her mother was a master liar and manipulator. What else did she have to go off of, if not her mothers words? Deimos himself had never cared enough to make an appearance, and Dany’s promises that their father was good did nothing to ease the boiling anger inside of Ryan towards her godly parent. 

Scrapping a portion of her meal into the flames she sighed. 

[color=FF7B7B]”It’s me again, [i]father[/i] - your bastard child,”[/color] she spat. [color=FF7B7B]”I’m still waiting on some sort of confirmation that you exist.”[/color] 

As the words fell from her mouth, a gentle, warm breeze blew through the air. It only made her more bitter. Her father wasn’t a wind god. 

With the taste of venom still on her tongue, Ryan made her way back to the table in silence. Opening her journal, the demi-goddes began drawing in between bites of her food. 

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