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Let's Make Something New .animated_rainbow_1 { font-size: 42px; font-family: Calligraffitti, Gadget, sans-serif; background-image: -webkit-linear-gradient(left, #f00, #ff2b00, #f50, #ff8000, #fa0, #ffd500, #ff0, #d4ff00, #af0, #80ff00, #5f0, #2bff00, #0f0, #00ff2a, #0f5, #00ff80, #0fa, #00ffd5, #0ff, #00d5ff, #0af, #0080ff, #05f, #002aff, #00f, #2b00ff, #50f, #8000ff, #a0f, #d400ff, #f0f, #ff00d4, #f0a, #ff0080, #f05, #ff002b, #f00); -webkit-animation: animatedBackground_a 5s linear infinite alternate; -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: #0000; background-clip: text; } @keyframes animatedBackground_a { 0% { background-position: 0 0 } 100% { background-position: -500px 0 } } @ Petal Price The craft tent was unusually empty today. The place wasn't exactly a hub of activity on a normal day, to be fair. But usually there were a few campers present. The Hephaestus kids working on their various contraptions, the Apollo campers drawing out their poems in fancy calligraphy... none had come to this place today. Only a small girl with wild hair sat toward the center of the tent, staring intently at a large blank canvas. Emberlynn Knight was the girl in question. It wasn't odd to find her here - she was known for her love of personal expression - but it was odd to see her sitting so still. The canvas seemed to stare back at her, looming over her in all its emptiness. She raised her brush to the wall of white, drawing nearly close enough to mark it. Then her brush would drop and she'd cock her head, as if another perspective might be needed. What to do... what to do... Ember couldn't tell if the Muses had abandoned her or simply overloaded her with information. A thousand ideas swirled in her mind, but none seemed quite right. The girl sighed, spinning the paintbrush around in her hand. "What a strangely quiet day... how in the world am I supposed to draw inspiration from this?" Yes, that must be it! The child of Iris was vastly creative, but she thrived most when she could draw from people around her. It was the dull loneliness of the place that was stifling her - that must be the issue! She stood and stretched, looking about for something, anything to break the odd mood. She tried a few things herself - tapping her foot, humming a tune - but it just wasn't having the same effect. "Oh bother..." She looked to the ceiling of the tent, or rather past it toward the heavens above. "Well, you're always there, are you not mother? Would it be too much to ask for a playmate?" Of course it was. It was absolutely ridiculous to expect a goddess to even hear such a mundane request, much less respond. Still, she found herself looking hopefully at the entrance.

This was a normal routine for him with Petal, since they were so close in age. It meant they arrived to camp around the same time giving them many years to bond over the years. Petal was one to always encourage him when it came to his art or even the things he loved like surfing. He might not understand all her hippie ways but he still loved her just the same. In the end, the two of them were half siblings in this crazy life as they were demi-gods. Humming to himself, Finley sat patiently on the porch of his cabin, eagerly awaiting Petal's return with the nail polish supplies. As he took in the peaceful surroundings of Camp Half-Blood, his mind wandered to the adventures he had experienced out west. While he had enjoyed his time surfing and meeting new people, being away from his family and the safety of the camp had made him appreciate it all the more. Finley had grown up at Camp Half-Blood, and it held a special place in his heart. He loved being surrounded by his family, even if they were a bit unconventional. The constant battles with monsters while on his trip had reminded him of the dangers he faced as a demigod, and he was glad to be back where he belonged. As Petal finally returned with the supplies, Finley greeted her with a smile and wiggled his toes in anticipation. Their close bond was evident, and he was grateful to have her as a sister and friend. As they chatted " Same Petal." Finley couldn't help but feel content and at home. These simple moments were what made life worth living, and he cherished them with all his heart. "Yes, I am excited to see what you got for me......so what have you been up to as of late? I mean I heard you helped an Ares camper with their anger?" He mused as he laughed at the idea.

Elena watched Kenna more carefully, she was still sleepy but the grumpy mood had gone away. She blinked a few times to force her eyes open but she could see Kenna had changed a lot. She had been at the camp the whole year, maybe working hard in the forge, making weapons or something, it brought the feelings that she was meant to be here, she belonged to this camp while Elena just looked like some visitors come and go from time to time. "Really? You must introduce me to some of your friends. And show me the camp like we used to?", she giggled when she remembered the time she went here the first time. She hadn't met her satyr friend Alden after she got here, maybe she should went out more often. "So what are you doing? Making weapon?" Kenna suddenly mentioned her mom and she smiled immediately when she thought about her mom. It was a long story but they had time. "I'm okay. Try not to be eaten and beaten by the monster", she laughed, "Just kidding. I slept a lot but my mom told me to go to a school. I had to force my eyes open the. whole. time". She was not a sport girl so she normally just sat there, now without Alden, she had to be more careful to protect herself. "My mom is fine, she just complained about me for not updating often"

Azrael had spent the previous day sinking the metal rods in place - tall enough that once they sorted some kind of netting around, it would stop any stray axes going outside of the run. He looked over the assortment of wood and tools that Derrick had managed to get hold of, impressed at the variety of wood assortments that had been gathered and the neatness with which it had been laid out. He wasnt sure of the exact construction they were going to go for but there was one last bit of wood that would take both of them to bring around - the old fallen tree that they had just about managed to get around. "Good job on sorting through all those, with the rope and bit of trimming we should be able to construct a couple of good target holders" He said nodding to the tools - "but our first task is going to be lugging that big stump out and cutting some solid disks to use for the targets." It had definitely taken the two of them to drag the stump of wood over, rolling it to work on behind the cabin. Azrael passed one of the smaller 'tool' axes over to Derrick "First we trim off the excess" he said pulling a second axe out of the tool pile "then it will take both of us for the crosscut saw." Azrael looked over at the big, person sized two man saw blade, sharp teeth with vertical handles on either end. He took stock of the project; some targets, some stands for the disks and then some netting for the bay; enough to catch any stray axes.. It wasn't the most extensive of projects but it would be solid and reliable once it was completed plus it was a task the two of them could work on together. As he started on his side of the trunk, trimming off smaller branches and moss he looked up at his little brother "So.. how you finding classes? got a favourite yet?"