Claire Bellerose
Half Blood Hill, The Lake~ Camp Half-Blood
Claire dipped her head to Griffin at his explanation of what Erin had tried to do, though on the inside, Claire was a little offended at how roughly Erin had spoken to her. She was silent for most of the rest of the time, not responding to the harsh words of Erin or the kinder words from Syleste, Griffin, or Logan. She was glad to have a new cousin, though she was slightly surprised that there was a rarity of those from Poseidon, or his counterpart Neptune. The wind blew slightly and Claire reached up to her hair. She twisted it into a low hanging knot so it would not bother her. A few of the golden strands slipped loose and began flying in front of her face and she sighed out of remorse.
"Very well," she said after a few moments of silent, after Gideon had left. "I shall take my leave as well. I hope you find everything comfortable, even if the attitude of our
cousin is not." She stamped her foot into the ground, leaving a small imprint, before storming off, the nature of how Erin spoke to her finally reaching her outburst point. The stupid, arrogant girl needed a reality check and an attitude check. She was not the most important person in the camp! She was one of the least liked, all the same, but oohh, she thought she was so important. Fuming, she stomped her way over to her cabin. She threw open the door and walked inside, steam rising up from her hands as she was able to heat up the moisture in the air. A deep shuddering and immense breath took her and she let it out slowly, cracking her knuckles and lowering them gently down by her side. She needn't let Erin get to her. She hadn't gotten to her over the past years she had been here and she would not let her get to her now.
The inside of the cabin was beautiful as always. As she walked to her bunk, she ran her hand of the coral and stone, feeling the smoothness of it and then roughness of it as it transitioned. It got quite lonely in there often, as there were six bunks, but she lived there alone at the moment. She gripped the edge of bunk and hoisted herself up into it, and looked around. Her bags were scattered all over the floor, the bunks, almost every space that there was room on her side. Half the room was littered with her bags, while she had actually been quite polite and left a half for if another child of Poseidon, or Neptune if they were to transfer, for when they were to come.
Leaning over the edge of her bunk, she reached down and got into one of her bags. Her slim, untanned legs curled around the edge of the bunk and there was a small squeak as she pulled at the board with her knees to get into the bag underneath her. She pulled out a small, glittering, clear vial filled with the salt water that her father had left her when she was young, but her mother had hidden away from her. She took the leather thread that was bound to it and, shifting her golden locks out of the way, tied it around her slim pale neck. The glowing blue water reflected the blue onto her pale skin, and she smiled, stroking over it. A large wave of some sort, as it always happened, shot out from it and she giggled. She always felt like it was a signal to her father that she was alright and still alive.
Jumping down off the bed with a very impressive flip that no one was around to see, Claire made her way back out of the cabin, turning her eyes toward the lake that rested just outside the cabin. Excitement filling her heart, she kicked off her shoes, pulling off her socks and ran for the water. She just needed a little time to relax and chill out... and what was more perfect than going into her father's domain? The soft sand swept over her feet and she giggle with delight, running into the waters. She dove down under the water, opening her pale eyes under the water, and she noticed the water nymphs not too far off. She smiled and waved at them and they giggled and waved back. Kicking back up toward the surface, she spun herself to where she floated on her back, her eyes toward the blue sky. Taking a deep breath, she felt more relaxed than ever. Not caring that she had gotten a good pair of clothes wet, she kicked her feet further, pushing her farther out into the lake. It was time for her to relax. If anyone needed her, they would call.
