Post by Talia Winchell on Mar 13, 2013 21:32:21 GMT -5
It was one of those days where the sun and the biting wind mixed and mingled to create a day that was not quite classifiable under any of the four seasons. The sun shone hot, the wind blew cold, and the minutes ticked by as many campers succumbed to warmth of the year's first rays of sun, meager though they may have been. As much as she would have preferred to stay inside the safety of the Hermes cabin (for that was was how she considered it now, safe) and perhaps burrow underneath her slightly scratchy chicory blankets, Tal had been told by the one boy that she still listened to that she needed to go and enjoy the brief sunshine. Ordinarily, she would have denied him, but after seeing his stony face and wide eyes, she knew that she had let him down terribly. The least Tal could do was do the one thing he told her to do straight-up.
It was better than she had expected it to be and, thank gods, nobody stopped and expected a conversation out of the daughter of Hermes. She was content to stay there on the bench in the cabin commons to the left of an Aphrodite fountain, occasionally flipping the pages of her worn copy of An Abundance of Katherines whilst otherwise training her eyes on those passing her. The early days of spring had finally arrived, with all its fresh blooms and sweet aromas. And Tal, for one, felt more pleased than she had in months. Yes, the wind sent the occasional shiver down her spine and the buttery sunshine could sting her perpetually teary eyes when she wasn't paying attention, but she still felt a sort of alien lightheartedness that pulled the corners of her mouth towards the sky. Oblivious to her physical surroundings, she lost herself in the world of ink and paper and formulas that predict the outcome of love.
ooc; here it is~ sorry, it's quite short.