H a z e l !
hazel grace smithins, daughter of hades and amelia smithins
hazel watched as campers strolled left and right, totally ignoring her. she almost snorted, and narrowed her eyes at the little hermes girl that was staring at her. her name was... gracie, right?
she tossed her beautiful dark hair, and her dark eyes narrowed at the apollo cabin. her best friend, andrew, should be coming out right about...
now.
the brunette came out the bright, bright cabin, yawning and scanning the camp for her. when he saw she was seated at the campfire looking at his cabin, he grinned and waved. hazel chuckled slightly, and smiled.
A n d r e w !
andrew garth williams, son of apollo and wendy williams.
andrew was not a morning person at all. I mean, he was the son of Apollo, the god of the sun, but he hated mornings, but hated the night. he liked it when it was so hot your skin fell off the sun was smack dab in the sky. huh.
but most Apollo children hated mornings, so it was no biggie, right? right.
he got dressed, groaning a bit, and stumbled outside. his dark blue eyes scanned the area, and soon he spotted the lonely girl sitting at the campfire looking at his cabin like it was her life.
he grinned, waved, and started to come over. once he was in hearing distance, he gave her a lopsided grin.
"hey," he said, smiling. she half-smiled at him, and looked at her hands. "hey."
