Location: Dining Pavilion
Interacting With: BFFL Brynn Knowles @Tonks, and by proxy, Alana Colt @Rivaan
Peckish. Famished. Emaciated. Starving. All of those words could be used to describe what the poor daughter of Athena was feeling. She had gone into her morning training without having the proper nourishment to do so, and as a result she was paying dearly for it. There was a caloric deficit that Zoey's body was desperately crying out for her to eliminate -- by way of her stomach growling. All this breakfast talk was making her hungry. She gingerly placed a hand on her belly as she walked along with her best friend, who had taken her in gracefully. At least Brynn seemed to be in her typical good mood. That was something she could use to sustain her during the rather long five hundred foot journey to the dining hall. It felt like she was trekking across the entire country with how ravenous her hunger was.
She had been so enveloped in her own hunger that she failed to notice the fact that something was different about Brynn. Blinking twice, Zoey realized that Brynn had actually changed her hair color. She was blonde now, and that was a huge shocker. She had joined the ranks of blondes in the Athena cabin. Now it was only Ericka and a select other few that weren't blonde. "Oh hey... your hair... it's blonde!
Zoey beamed, reaching out to touch a lock. It was so soft, yet so shiny. It was like the sun was reflecting off of it with how lustrous it was. It definitely brightened her day... maybe a little physically considering the sun was being reflected into her eyes. She dropped the lock before she eyed another person in. If it wasn't the local gun chick. Personally, Zoey didn't mind Alana's affection for guns. She admired it, actually. Firearms were an underappreciated form of combat here as ironic was it was. It was the most prominent tool for combat these days yet it was underrepresented here.
Zoey blushed a bit at the mention of her crush, however. Every day she regretted letting Brynn know about her rather childish crush on the child of Hecate. "S-stop!"
Zoey blushed, gently slapping Brynn on the arm. Of course she didn't see Rebecca. Otherwise there would've been more of a pep in her step... or the opposite of that depending on how the interaction went. "I wish..."
Unfortunately, it seemed to be more of the latter recently considering how often interactions between the two fell flat on their face. It was just a mess. It was something that would make kids in elementary school look like love gurus. Sighing, she finally made her way closer to the dining pavilion, where the ever-so-familiar scent of breakfast food wafted to her nose. There seemed to be something new to her senses. She could smell it. "I smell eggs... some cinnamon... sausage... turkey bacon? I wonder why there isn't any regular bacon today. And of course - bread. I think there's a fresh batch out of the oven."
That was what Zoey's nose told her. The accuracy of her prediction was up in the air though. Was there really everything that Zoey had just listed off in there? Only time could tell. Passing by a pack of Aphrodite girls/a bunch of Marco's sisters, Zoey's ears caught mentions of CTF. Oh yeah... that was a thing tonight. Zoey once again tapped Brynn on the arm. "Oh yeah, you guys remember there's CTF tonight? I didn't..."
Zoey shrugged, before she lunged forward for the wooden door handle that separated the friends from the contents of the dining pavilion. Pulling it open, she held it open for Brynn and Alana. "...I, for one, can't wait to tackle Ryland if we're on different teams. Heck, even if we're on the same teams -- I'll still tackle him 'by accident.'"