Post by Amelia Seddon on Apr 3, 2013 22:31:42 GMT -5
The weather was good that afternoon - the sky clear and the sun shining bright. Thus, many of the demigods of the camp chose to partake of their favorite outdoor activities - canoeing, sunbathing, and for some - climbing the absolutely hellish climbing wall of death.
Amy didn't really understand it. As a spectator (not that she was paying much attention to the climbing wall right now), she was absolutely safe, but every once in a while a crashing boulder startled her and she would flinch.
She shifted restlessly on her bench, flipping the pages of the novel she'd brought without actually reading it. It was impossible to concentrate with all the noise, and the sunlight was shining almost right into her face.
After a moment, she gave up, looking at her watch for the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes.
Her date was late. He'd told her that he would be coming back from lyre practice, and she'd offered to wait at the climbing wall for him. She did the math in her head, indignantly - he should have been here thirty eight minutes now.
Amy scowled, running a hand impatiently through her hair. She'd dressed up for it, too - wore her favorite dress, and nice shoes besides.
This wasn't how she wanted things to happen. In fact, this sort of thing just wasn't supposed to happen.
People weren't supposed to be late to dates with Aphrodite's children; they were supposed to be - well, more grateful. And quite frankly - he wasn't supposed to be late to a date with her. He wasn't even the hottest Apollo demigod or the most talented; she'd only agreed on a first date out of a vague sense that as a daughter of Aphrodite, she ought to date someone every few months.
Gods above, when was he going to get here?
Amy didn't really understand it. As a spectator (not that she was paying much attention to the climbing wall right now), she was absolutely safe, but every once in a while a crashing boulder startled her and she would flinch.
She shifted restlessly on her bench, flipping the pages of the novel she'd brought without actually reading it. It was impossible to concentrate with all the noise, and the sunlight was shining almost right into her face.
After a moment, she gave up, looking at her watch for the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes.
Her date was late. He'd told her that he would be coming back from lyre practice, and she'd offered to wait at the climbing wall for him. She did the math in her head, indignantly - he should have been here thirty eight minutes now.
Amy scowled, running a hand impatiently through her hair. She'd dressed up for it, too - wore her favorite dress, and nice shoes besides.
This wasn't how she wanted things to happen. In fact, this sort of thing just wasn't supposed to happen.
People weren't supposed to be late to dates with Aphrodite's children; they were supposed to be - well, more grateful. And quite frankly - he wasn't supposed to be late to a date with her. He wasn't even the hottest Apollo demigod or the most talented; she'd only agreed on a first date out of a vague sense that as a daughter of Aphrodite, she ought to date someone every few months.
Gods above, when was he going to get here?