Azariah got herself a map and listened in on everything the woman called Andromeda had to say. Food, magic cabins, apparently someone was around here who felt like they had authority… The usual. Well, about as usual as a bunch of demigods holed up somewhere in the woods could possibly be. It was a pretty quick announcement, really. She made a mental note to keep an eye out for this “surfer dude” to see how easy he was to irritate, vex, inconvenience or otherwise irk in some amusing way. 

The backpack hanging off of Azariah’s shoulders unzipped itself open, and the map floated inside, before it magically zipped itself back up. She’d pick a cabin later. Right now, she was curious about this other stuff that Andromeda had mentioned, so she walked towards the doors back outside.

She heard a commotion outside, and got curious enough to go looking for someone to pester.

(here’s Blair’s random shit to toss wherever lol)
Blair looked over toward the entrance where a raven hair girl looked a little worse for wear. She grimaced watching her wipe snot on her sleeve… and was that in her mouth? [i]Gross.[/i] [color=c9bef3]"Unless you consider getting munched on by a cannibal horse [i]fun[/i], then it’s Pee-Wee’s playhouse,"[/color] she replied with a droll sarcastic tone. [color=c9bef3]"I fucking hate it here, being perfectly honest. But the boys…"[/color] She added, turning her attention back to Osée. [color=c9bef3]"Do make up for some of its less than stellar qualities."[/color]

No sooner had Rosalia processed the response to her rhetorical remark than the “boy” in question suggested with a little smile, [i][color=D22B2B]"The Mamsel here may be in more need of your rarely offered help. I am thinking we should be finding at the least a coffee, perhaps something to eat."[/color]

Rosalia shook her head firmly. She let out a strained, breathy sigh, and simply responded, [color=#A8516E]“Right, maybe I’ll join you once I’ve gotten settled…and freshened up.”[/color]

As she grasped her other suitcase’s handle and went to move, another voice weighed in. 

[color=0d0e20]”And here I went and hoped that a place with this many godly children prancing around would be more than a camp full of pretty faces.”[/color]

She came around the bend and saw a few women standing there by the entrance. One in sunglasses looked to be in rough shape.

[color=0d0e20]”You look like you walked the entire way here,”[/color] She commented. As if there was a bus that took Azariah here. [color=0d0e20]”I just got here too. Let me help you with that…”[/color]

Azariah tapped her magical staff against the snowy ground and flicked a finger in the direction of Rosalia’s bags, causing them to start floating as if it were light as a feather. The other one with even more luggage probably had a way to sort that out somewhere in there.

[color=0d0e20]”Magic makes things like that easier.”[/color]

Rosalia tightened her grip on the handles of her suitcases and squinted to get a good look at the woman offering her help. [i]Magic[/i]. Rosalia had seen it herself—she’d done something of the sort herself—and yet the entire thing still felt surreal, even patently ridiculous. 

[color=#A8516E]“Thank you,”[/color] she wheezed. Her mouth drew into a tight-lipped smile as she took a final deep breath through her nose. Just as quickly, her smile faltered and muddled into something of a concerned frown. She released her grip on her suitcases.

[color=#A8516E]“You mean y’all ain’t walked here?”[/color] she groaned, already anticipating an answer she wasn’t expecting to like, [color=#A8516E]“I had to shlep my bags all over creation. Had to. My…uh…guide to get here was in [i]paces[/i].”[/color]

[color=0d0e20]”I took a plane to get here, first,”[/color] she answered. [color=0d0e20][i]”Then[/i] I walked. It’s a lot easier when you aren’t carrying an entire house on your back.”[/color] Azariah only had one backpack, and no suitcases. It was easy to get here.

Rosalia nodded along. Her mouth pulled to the side in a little frown.

[color=#A8516E]“Yeah, I flew too,”[/color] she replied, [color=#A8516E]“It’s the part afterwards that sucked. My understanding was that we were gonna be here a while. So it was either take this with me or pitch it, ‘cus my folks’re gonna repurpose my room now I’m gone.”[/color]

Rosalia shrugged, and started moving forwards with her newly lightened load.

[color=#A8516E]“No undoin’ it now, anyway,”[/color] she conceded, [color=#A8516E]“Either way, I gotta get to Cabin 38 so I can set this down and get myself cleaned up. Hopefully they got the water pressure how I asked…”[/color]

[color=0d0e20]”I don’t know where that is, but I do have a map… Want to walk there?”[/color] Azariah asked. [color=0d0e20]”I need to find my own cabin anyway.”[/color]

Rosalia nodded gently.

[color=#A8516E]“Yes, I’d appreciate that…”[/color]

She clicked her tongue, and added, [color=#A8516E]“Thank you again. My name’s Rosalia, by the way. Nice to meet you.”[/color]

[color=0d0e20]”Azariah. Kid of Hecate, if that matters.”[/color]

She waved her magical staff around, and the floating luggage started drifting forward. Azariah turned around on her heel and started walking off into the distance where many unclaimed cabins lay.

[color=0d0e20]”So… God camp. I wonder how many of these demigods are [i]happy[/i] to be here.”[/color]

Rosalia sighed. [color=#A8516E]“Wouldn’t know,”[/color] she responded, [color=#A8516E]“Probably depends on if the others are better parents than Zeus, if I had to guess. I had to fuss at his messenger to get any kind of useful instructions.”[/color]

[color=0d0e20]”Instructions?”[/color] Azariah smirked. [color=0d0e20]”The most I was given was a hint that something interesting would be happening in a certain direction. I wasn’t even told [i]what.”[/i][/color] Hecate was mysterious like that.

Rosalia let out an amused snort. 

[color=#A8516E]“Tried pulling that shit with me too. I wouldn’t let it go till I had the details. Probably why they made me walk, though. Seems like some folks hardly had to,”[/color] she mused.

[color=0d0e20]”I guess not. Though… You would think they could have just had one of the gods’ children come to everyone. It would’ve been much easier and more believable, that way.”[/color]

Azariah wasn’t sure, but she could imagine that a lot of the demigods didn’t [i]know[/i] they were demigods until recently. She knew her whole life, but it might not have been the same for everyone else.

Rosalia was quiet for a moment as they proceeded on, taking in her first look at the camp intently. She furrowed her brow.

[color=#A8516E]“Nothing about this is believable. If I didn’t have the proof in my own bones, I wouldn’t believe it,”[/color] she commented.

[color=0d0e20]”By the time I was 15, Hecate had already appeared in the woods and told me everything,”[/color] Azariah noted. [color=0d0e20]”Sometimes, the only difference between what is and isn’t true is who you’re asking. I used to think gods were just a myth, but then, one day, I was running through the woods on four legs instead of two.”[/color]

Rosalia shook her head with a little smile.

[color=#A8516E]“I reckon it’s gon’ be a while ‘fore I run out of new things to see,”[/color] she chuckled, [color=#A8516E]“So, she tell you if there are any other gods than the Greek ones?”[/color]

[color=0d0e20]”Hecate barely tells me anything. She only comes and gives me enough to figure it out myself, and then leaves me to do just that. If there are, I wouldn’t know.”[/color]

[color=#A8516E]“Because why would we need to know!”[/color] Rosalia exclaimed, [color=#A8516E]“Almost as bad as the capital-G God with these ineffable plans, Lord’ve mercy!”[/color]

Rosalia pulled her phone from her coat pocket and pulled off one of her gloves. Fumbling with it briefly, she finally pulled up a scan of a map of campus, not unlike those available near the entrance.

[color=#A8516E]“You wouldn’t believe how much fussin’ I needed to throw at Zeus’ guy to get an idea of where I was supposed to be. Hope they listened to me when I asked.”[/color]

She clicked her tongue, and took a scanning look around.

[color=#A8516E]“Should…be…right over there,”[/color] she drawled, pointing her phone towards a path. She looked to Azariah again.

[color=#A8516E]“I think I got it from here. I don’t wanna keep ya from getting unpacked.”[/color]

[color=0d0e20]”I don’t think I’ll be getting unpacked just yet, anyway,”[/color] Azariah said. Rosalia’s things floated forward ahead of them both, and Azariah took a step backwards. [color=0d0e20]”I’m going to go explore and see if anything interesting is going on.”[/color]

Rosalia nodded and went for her things. She plucked her bags from the air and pulled them back on, one by one.

[color=#A8516E]“Well I hope you find what you’re lookin’ for,”[/color] Rosalia responded. She pulled her suitcases in towards herself, and started on her way.

[color=#A8516E]“I gotta get myself set up before anything else. So thank you, Azariah, I really do appreciate it,”[/color] Rosalia concluded.

[color=0d0e20]”Not a problem.”[/color]

That wasn’t the same voice Azariah just had. In fact, that also wasn’t the same [i]body[/i] she had either.

When Rosalia wasn’t looking, Azariah suddenly became a taller male. He was still wearing the same clothes, still holding the staff. His hair was much shorter now, and his voice had gotten deeper.

[color=0d0e20]”I’ll be around.”[/color]