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[center]Child of Hecate	*	Camp Entrance
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Azariah was, as kids today said, big chilling.

A formless demigod and a demigod of love and passion, a few minutes alone, and a lot of bedframe-squeaking. And then, next thing she knew, Chariselle was heading back out. She felt a kiss on the head, as she was lazing around in the woman’s worn-down bed. It was wonderful, and hopefully devoid of strings. Azariah got the feeling that Chariselle didn't want commitments, which was perfectly fine with her. Though, a small part of her wished the woman would, at the very least, stick around long enough that it was clear enough between them both.

Alas.

[color=0d0e20]”I’ll be on the way out shortly,”[/color] She muttered, happily. This wasn’t her cabin, and Azariah was a mischievous son of a witch, but she had standards. When the door shut behind Chariselle, Azariah lazily sat up and stretched. She probably had one or two more transformations in her for the time being. She needed a snack.

She sat up and decided to have some manners. Grabbing her clothes, her magic staff and whatever else she came in with, Azariah straightened out the bed she had just completely obliterated with her fellow demigod.  She then stepped out the door and out into the cold again. Though, it didn't feel [i]that[/i] cold right now, considering a few things. Next, she took a walk back to her own cabin, where she'd grab herself a shower and something fresh to wear. This wasn't quite the fun she had in mind when she got here, but she didn't regret it either.

It didn't take long to get from there to her own cabin, and about ten minutes later, a crow swooped down into some bushes near civilization. A short, human male with his hair in braids walked out of that bush and made his way towards a bar. There were people there, just minding their own business. So, naturally Azariah inserted himself into it.

[color=0d0e20]"Anything good over here?"[/color] He asked.

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[center]Child of Apollo	*	Camp Entrance
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[color=87e3ff]"He? Who's he?"[/color] Marlen joked. They [i]loved[/i] cracking that joke at every conceivable opportunity, like it was somehow the funniest thing in the world. And it was. Years ago. [color=87e3ff]"No he's here, except for you's,"[/color] They laughed. [color=87e3ff]"I'm a they, you wouldn't know it, looking at me, but you never know nothin' that way."[/color] There were things in the world that Marlen never got tired of. A person had to find joy in the little things, because they were always there and the big things were only sometimes there.

[color=87e3ff]"Anyway... Yeah, I play a lot of things. Apollo demigod and whatnot. I got all of 'em with me."[/color] They whipped the guitar upwards and over their head, and when it was at an angle where absolutely no one could see, it was suddenly no longer there. Like a damn magic trick.

Then, Marlen clapped their hands together, pulling them apart to reveal a harmonica.

Next, they tossed it into the air, caught it, and suddenly an otomatone slid down between the fingers of a closed fist.

And because Marlen didn't know when to end a bit, they reared back and feigned absolutely [i]hurling[/i] the otomatone into the sky. Their hand went down from the momentum, and once it was out of sight, Marlen pulled out a ukulele. Finally, they started lightly strumming the strings. It was just barely louder that the crackle of the bonfire.

[color=87e3ff]"Was just telling your brother here that I'm new. I didn't even know there were this many god kids in the whole world, 'til lately."[/color]