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.

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[theloveofmymother]

[Julien is beaming quite brightly as he replies.] Welcome back, Jean. It's good to see you again.

[poetofthefall]

Julien!

[He waves back to Combeferre as well, awkwardly putting his hands in his too-small pockets.]

I trust you're doing well?

[theloveofmymother]

I am! It was a wonderful year, but it's nice to be back.

You'll be at the campfire tonight, won't you?

[poetofthefall]

Oh, yes! I wouldn't miss it for the world.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

Why? Is anything special happening?

[theloveofmymother]

Nothing I know of, I was just hoping to see you then. [Since they'll be at different tables during dinner.]