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halfbloodhill2013-11-09 06:54 pm
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[ She misses them.
Most days she’s perfectly fine, spending time in the strawberry fields or listening to music from her friends in Apollo cabin. But some days, she wanders off to be by herself, spending time with her thoughts instead.
Once she’s reached the lake, Anna dangles her feet over the dock, daring herself to even get the roles of her ballet flats wet. She thinks of Wendla and Ilse and Martha and everyone else and wonders if they think of her, and what they might think of her sudden disappearance from their group. She doesn’t want to admit that she wishes to be missed. And now that she no longer has the option of returning home -- well, she has to ask herself, what good will that do? Does she risk putting her friends and family in danger? What will they think of her now, investing time and belief into what they consider pagan rituals and mythologies?
Anna says nothing, instead plucking out the flower resting behind her ear and tossing the daisy, the last of the flowers, into the water, watching it float over the placid surface. ]
Most days she’s perfectly fine, spending time in the strawberry fields or listening to music from her friends in Apollo cabin. But some days, she wanders off to be by herself, spending time with her thoughts instead.
Once she’s reached the lake, Anna dangles her feet over the dock, daring herself to even get the roles of her ballet flats wet. She thinks of Wendla and Ilse and Martha and everyone else and wonders if they think of her, and what they might think of her sudden disappearance from their group. She doesn’t want to admit that she wishes to be missed. And now that she no longer has the option of returning home -- well, she has to ask herself, what good will that do? Does she risk putting her friends and family in danger? What will they think of her now, investing time and belief into what they consider pagan rituals and mythologies?
Anna says nothing, instead plucking out the flower resting behind her ear and tossing the daisy, the last of the flowers, into the water, watching it float over the placid surface. ]
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[ Drawing herself out of her thoughts, Anna curls her feet in an attempt to keep her shoes on as she pulls her legs up, hugging her knees to her chest. ]
Can't have waterlogged shoes now.
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Hey, I don't mean to interrupt you, but- are you doing okay? You looked pretty lost in thought. I just thought, if you needed to talk or something... [Please don't think this was a recruitment thing, please please please don't.]
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[ Anna looks up and scoots over on the dock to give Elizabeth room if she would like to join her. If this were a recruitment session, well, Anna would be flattered to even be asked, though she would rather not live an eternity as a young girl. ] Please, sit, if you'd like.
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As it was? Y'know, I never even got to see Boston until after I joined the Hunt. So it's been 90-some years since I saw it like it was. It just keeps changing. But so does the world.
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I expect that you have seen many changes in this camp alone.
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[Elizabeth pauses, for a moment, then holds out her hand.] I'm Elizabeth, by the way.
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It does not bother you that your mother does not have her own cabin? The others here seem to be quite content to be sharing spaces with non-siblings, but I think there are some naysayers around who would like spaces of their own.
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Now, since I joined the Hunt, Artemis is both my Lady and my mother, of sorts. [Elizabeth had a complicated history of mothers.] And I've got a pretty cool cabin.
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It's sad, though.
I wish you felt closer to her.