From Winter to Spring [Kyle/Winter]

[Winter O'Hara]

Spring’s first appearance had always held a special place in Winter’s heart. Maybe it was because the Ares campers could no longer use the ‘season of Winter’ jibes that had often shown up after she’d imprudently told them her name. Maybe it was the first, small signs of life and hope that went straight to her kind little heart. Or maybe it was just the spring-time mood that told the world to try again and make things beautiful.

At any rate, the presence of sweetly singing birds and budding flowers made Winter’s days a lot sweeter and less bitter, for lately she had been dwelling on her past a lot more. What had caused the car accident that had killed her mother and sent her father – the god, she had to keep reminding herself – off the cliff that led to their disappearance? At least, her dad had went back to Olympus and her mom…

Well, her mom should be dead. Should. But then who was sending those messages to her, all signed ‘Marion O’Hara’? Trying to shake off the feeling of trouble coming over her, Winter gazed down from her perch on one of the outer benches of the Mess Hall. Apart from meal-times, and particularly in the afternoons, the place was usually very quiet and therefore was one of the child of Apollo’s favorite haunts.

Light breezes teased the wisps of light blonde hair that she had tucked behind her ear, gently streaming them past her face. Pale but slowly growing sunshine glowed like a halo around the little girl’s head, leaving the impression that her whole figure was lit up in fairy-dust, a regular occurrence for Winter, especially in the early evening. Nothing stirred beside her but the wind… but were those light thumps footsteps?

Words: 297
Muse: Fairly okay.
Notes: Hiya!

[Kyle Adams]

Being careful and getting to the Mess Hall with out not getting caught was not to much trouble, the hard part was bringing the bulking bag that held a wide assortment of tricks and magical mayhem devices with him. He was positive that he would be alone when he arrived at the hall's tables. But alas, that was not the case for him today. Walking in between the pillars that held up the great arches of the pavilion, he saw a young girl sitting on the other side of the hall with an almost golden halo. It took a moment of squinting for him to recognize his best friends little sister, Winter.

Kyle had never really spent much time with her with out her big brother around as well. As a matter of fact, any time he wasn't with Ossac, he pretty much got in trouble or was setting something like this up. He shuffled his feet, the girl was looking right at him from the moment he crossed into the shade, and he was not sure what to do. "Well....how are you?"
He asked rather nervously. He had no clue what she would.

[Winter O'Hara]

“Mmph?” Winter snapped out of her rambling daydream with a little gasp and her eyes involuntarily focused on the object she’d been unconsciously staring at for the past couple of minutes.

For a couple of minutes, the only thing she could make out was a HUMONGOUS brown bag filled with who-knows-what. Then as she craned her neck to the side a bit, she could see a familiar head of dark hair and a familiar pair of dark eyes belonging to her brother’s best friend, Kyle Adams, trouble-maker extraordinaire. That would explain the oddly shaped load.

“Oh! I… d-didn’t s-see y-you there…” Rather nervously, she managed a small smile. Around the mischievous older camper, Winter never really knew what to expect. Though she’d never been personally pranked, she had seen the chaotic messes Kyle had made and in her own way, was a little scared. Easily caught off guard, the little girl had already been victim to other boisterous prankers and hadn’t exactly enjoyed the experience.

Then she realized she hadn’t answered his question. Blushing a little with distinctly obvious embarrassment, Winter answered, “Um, I’m f-fine, I g-guess…” Timidly, she ventured forth a polite little question in return. “H-how are y-you d-doing?”

Words: 201
Muse: R. I. P.
Notes: (: How are you?