{Dmitri} No light, no light.

[Talia Winchell]

Tal was prone to rising before the sun, or maybe with it, depending on how early she had gotten to bed the night before. Ordinarily, she retired to her cabin by nine, not wanting to have to mingle with all the campers who liked staying out later — and there was a disproportionate amount of them — and then got up earlier than the rest of the people who liked staying inside until one in the afternoon. Her first destination was usually the lake; with its calm ripples and trees around the outer edge, it always seemed to calm her. She had been trying to spend less time in the cabin anyway, what with her noisy siblings and her claustrophobia. The quiet girl much preferred to be out in the open, usually where nobody else was. If you spoke to people, you just got into trouble; the rule she lived by went something along the lines of "shut up to avoid trouble." For the most part, she kept to the sidelines, rarely meeting new people. Alas, this didn't mean that she stayed out of trouble. It always seemed to find her.

Kneeling near the edge of the lake with her hands in the water, Tal inspected her rippling reflection. The sun was high in the sky by now, despite the fact that it was cold, dancing down on the entire state of New York brutally yet strangely pleasantly; however, most campers were still sound asleep and taking advantage of their day off, it being a Sunday. Devon herself would still be asleep if it wasn't for the water that energized her; the only reason she got up so early was so she could get away from the throngs of teenagers that dominated every place later in the day. All she did now was kneel by the lake, ignoring the pebbles that jutted into her knees, and let the water kiss her.

[Dmitri Faust]

It was a day for somberness. Dmitri Faust hadn't woken up thinking that. When he woke up it was a day like any other, with his father streaming in through the windows of his children's cabin to gently alert them to the new day. It seemed like it would be a lazy day that morning, with nothing pressing to do and all the time in the world to do it. It was because of that Dmitri dressed so casual- a cotton polyester blend green shirt and jeans that had a tiny hole in the knee that he meant to throw away but had never gotten around to doing so.

Breakfast had gone on that way, with Dmitri lingering at the table eating his oatmeal at his own leisure. Paying no mind to his normal schedule and even eating with a plastic spoon instead of waiting for the proper silver ones to be clean. The day had changed, though, after a casual walk near the edge of the forest had revealed two dead sparrows lying next to each other on the grass. Dmitri nodded to himself, and promptly went back to his cabin to grab his violin.

Now, dressed much more appropriately in black slacks and a white collared shirt, he made his way to the lake with the intention of practicing. There, his eyes gazed upon the beautiful figure that was Talysus Giselle Winchell.

"Good lady Tal!" He called out with a wave, "what brings you here this fine summer's day?"