Post by Clara Elric on Aug 12, 2014 19:45:38 GMT -6
Clara sat with her back against an old oak tree, a plastic cup hanging loosely from the tips of her fingers and her head tilted back limply to gaze unseeingly at the night sky. As a daughter of Demeter, she naturally gravitated towards nature when she wanted to be alone, much like tonight. Sitting in the middle of the forest at night with the Golden Fleece missing was probably a death sentence, especially in her inhabited state. But Clara with either too drunk or just past the point of caring. Maybe a little bit of both? But what she needed the most right now was the calming presence of nature around her. The quiet whisper of wind through leaves, creaking of ancient branches, and faint sound of nocturnal animals moving through the underbrush was the sounds that lulled Clara into a calmer state of mind.
Earlier that evening, the cabin leaders had all gotten together to have a get together for a little talk after dinner. The talk had eventually involved into some drinks, as provided by the children of Dionysus, and things had just declined from there. Clara probably had one glasses of wine too many but with the threat of monsters attacking the camp on the inevitable horizon, no one was going to stop her. It was well past midnight when the cabin leaders had retired for the evening and stumbled back to their cabins. Clara had deviated from the path back to her cabin towards the woods. Her common sense was protesting loudly at the decision, but wine seemed to Clara's stress levels and she was dying for some peace of mind. For children of Demeter, peace could only ever be achieved when surrounded by greenery.
Between the constant barrage of worries about the stolen Golden Fleece and the other campers breathing down her neck due her position as head of the Demeter cabin; Clara was just about at the end of her rope. Gripping her hands in the fabric of her dress, she carelessly tossed her cup to the side and focused on her breathing. She was admittedly terrified for the next coming few weeks. The monster attacks were doubtlessly going to increase in number and the demigod casualties were going to rise just as much. The very thought of anyone from camp being hurt, possibly killed, in the place they were supposed to be most safe was sickening to think about. Usually the quiet symphany of the nice would soothe her, but tonight she could use a stronger distraction.
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Tagged;; Tyreese McMiller
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