iris message ✿ may 11 (late morning)

[perenials]

I have a proposition, if you'll lend me an ear.

Though, um, not literally. [ She chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. ] I was thinking I would trade a skill for a skill. I'd very much like to improve upon my sword fighting.

[ Anna takes a few steps back to show that she's been polishing the hilt of her lightweight sword (which once belonged to American horticulturalist John Bartram). ] See? I'm ready to go.

Anyway, I can give baking lessons or simply bake you something for your troubles.

IRIS MESSAGE > May 11, Afternoon

[poetofthefall]

[After tossing his first drachma that he's earned since he's been back at camp into the rainbow and saying Iris' sacred prayer, Jean Prouvaire approaches the rainbow with a gentle smile. Despite it being nearly summer, he's wearing a turtleneck shirt under his camp t-shirt, and the single bead on his necklace rests against his chest - he's been wearing it proudly to school each day.]

Good morning, Camp Half Blood. I trust that it's been a good year for all of you. I must say that it's been a trying school year for me. I've taken Chinese so I may read the works of Confucius, and the language system is particularly difficult...

[He's a little embarrassed at the fact that he's admitted he had trouble with the new language, and his cheeks tinge red as he looks down at the grass under his feet. Still speaking in his soft, shy voice, he offers a few words of parting.]

I-I hope to see some of you at dinner and learn how your year was.