Olympus' Monet || Alec

Truth be told, Hazel has never been good with art. Her father was a great artist and especially talented. Her brother, the prime product of a talented artist and the Ancient Greek goddess Iris, both particularly skilled with colors and art and works of beauty. That was why her father always painted sky scenes, and he was always desperate to go abroad to see the fame and glory that was the Aurora Borealis. The northern lights. Either up to Canada or over to Europe, to Iceland, perhaps. Anywhere with such beauty in the sky. Her father found the skies naturally beautiful anyway, he had always been fascinated in the coordination of colors. The skill to capture such beauty on canvas had been trained into Hazel's brother. Hazel, however, had no hope that she could ever "do" art. Art wasn't natural to her. It was something else entirely. A different language, a foreign language. One that was forbidden to Hazel for her to never know. Though this didn't mean she didn't ever try. Sometimes Hazel would sneak a peek into her brother's sketchbook, looking at the various drawings of beautiful things and she'd sit in awe and sometimes in the slightest jealousy. 

Today felt like such a day to test her own skills again, to see whether or not she really was awful at painting, drawing or whatever you do in art. After having rolled out of bed, slipped into some clothes and had some breakfast, she made her way to the arts and crafts area in camp. This was where campers tended to go if they wanted to focus their time on more creative pastimes. This was mostly filled with demigods from the Iris cabin, Athena cabin and a mixture of a few others. In fact, it was a fair mix of all the cabins, despite being hardly busy. Hazel soon found a space and hurried to it, to sort of capture it as her own. She gathered together paper and some drawing materials and placed it on the table and just... stared. 'If you cared even the slightest bit for me, father, help me with this. Help me draw. Help me be as good as you or as Harry... I just... want to be good. I want to make you proud.' She stopped herself there, shaking her head suddenly. That certainly wasn't the way to think. Indeed, her father had been largely disappointed in her for her lack of ability in the creative arts. He had therefore dismissed her words and emotions as meaningless for he cared not for a daughter who couldn't live up to his expectations. 'Just help me anyway.' She thought, looking down at the ground for it. If he was in the underworld, that was where he would be, right? Though sadly, Hazel highly doubted he had taken his place in Elysium. Perhaps he just opted for rebirth. Not that it mattered to Hazel. All that mattered now was camp and the friends she had made. One of which included Alec, who Hazel certainly had enjoyed being around. Part of her wanted someone like him or perhaps Vivien, though the latter would be unable due to her lack of legs, to just appear and give her a little company. 

Every demigod that looked her way Hazel would smile at, in the most friendly manner. It was how she was and how she will always be. Friendly and sociable, despite not physically in conversation. Perhaps that would come soon, Hazel would just have to be patient. She looked at the work and drew a circle. She could try with a face and she had heard drawing the basic shapes was how to start. So there was her circle. Certainly misshapen. Then for a while, Hazel just stared at it. Her mind went blank and she just sat there, thinking what to do next. 
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OOC: I hope this is okay. (: I didn't know where to go so I thought... yeah here. They can leave in the thread if they want, but it'll just start off there. xD
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Tagged: Alec Hertlick