(Anya) A moment of peace.

[Amadi Dumisani]

The waves lapping onto the shore were gentle and unobtrusive, as though they didn't want to bother anybody by crashing or even really be noticed. It was a disappointment to Amadi, who had faded away from camp to run off to the beach before the demigods were released from the parameters to roam it's shores. The mass of others didn't so much make Amadi uncomfortable as it tended to piss him right the hell off. It was annoying to try and enjoy some peaceful time swimming in the waves, only to have your thoughts interrupted by the high pitched giggles of children. When he had been told they had 'allotted beach time' Amadi had nodded quietly and mentally planned to avoid the public as much as possible.

Satisfied that there was no one around, Amadi pulled his orange Camp Halfblood shirt off over his head and dropped it to the ground. The patchwork of scars across his torso, most faded but a few still clearly recent, now visible in the clear light of the sun. He then kicked off his jeans to reveal the blue board shorts he had been wearing underneath, preparing for this precise moment.

The sun beat down on him, making the cool breeze blowing across the shore not entirely unwelcome. Though that would change once he was wet. Satisfied that his clothes were far enough away from the water's edge should the tide rise drastically, Amadi took a slow breath, then ran into the ocean.

The water's cold welcome was almost enough to elicit a yelp of surprise out of him, though he choked it back in time. He kept moving forward until he was waist-deep in the water, and then dived forward, immersing his head so that he could acclimate faster. This...this was nice. If nothing else of the camp appealed to him, not the people nor the nymphs nor most of the activities...at least the beach was here. Surfacing again, he floated on his back and stared up at the sky.

[anya]

It was one of those days where you couldn't decide if it was hot or cold or even warm or cool. It wasn't exactly a mix of multiple choices, either; it was nothing more than casually comfortable, the kind of temperature that one hardly noticed. And the daughter of Athena preferred it this way. The last few days had been a harsh blend of either mindnumbing cold or the sort of heat that should have been reserved for the musty, humid days of deep August. It was clear to Anya, a girl who tended to read between lines, that the gods were feeling unsettled about something. It was never so naturally hot in early March, though this was the month where the sun would undoubtedly come and reveal itself from its winter place behind various puffed clouds.

On this particular day, Anya had already decided throughout the performance of her daily morning routine that she was going to head to the beach. It wasn't quite hot enough today that people would flock to it in groups, and this was all the better - Anya had never done too well with large congregations, as were all too common in the camp. Thus, she would spend most of her days in the attic. Though most never ventured in there, unknowing of the precious library that would greet them if they did, Anya had spent the majority of her free time there throughout the past month. If you didn't mind dust, it was one of those places that could be considered a hidden treasure trove. At least to a girl as bookish as the daughter of Athena.

Venturing down to the beach always made her feel softly relaxed. The sound of the waves breaking on the sand, the fact that the waves always came back to the sand no matter how many times they were pushed away. This was one of the places she came when she was devoid of inspiration for poetry. She was surprised to see that she was not, in fact, alone - this realization came only several seconds after she wandered close to the gentlest area with the salty water, letting it cover her toes before pulling away repeatedly. "Hi, Amadi!" she called. She considered greetings obligatory, and they usually lead to conversation. Which she did enjoy, socially inept as she was.

[Amadi Dumisani]

A slight breeze blew across the water, ghosting over the boy's exposed flesh and causing him to shiver slightly. Still he stayed how he was, floating lazily on his back and staring up at the clouds. When he was little, he used to be able to see shapes in them, but now all they were was cottony wisps.

"Hi, Amadi!"

The voice startled him and he flinched. In an instant his perfect buoyancy was ruined and he plunged under the water, gasping out bubbles as he thrashed in a mild panic to reach the surface again. Head breaking through to the air he let out the breath he had been holding before inhaling again. He looked around, treading the deeper water, and spotted a girl on the shore. He scowled, beginning to swim back to shore, suddenly embarrassed by how unaware he had been of his surroundings.

"Hi, Anya." He growled when he had hit the sand and could easily walk up to the dry sands again. He breezed past her and grabbed his towel, drying off.




notes: Im sorry its so short and shitty BUT ITS A REPLY =D