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over the hills & far away
Feb. 17th, 2014 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cavalrysWho: Hazel Levesque & You!
What: Hazel arrives at Camp Half-Blood on horseback. Cue Riders of Rohan music.
When: Afternoon, February 17th
Hazel could tell they were approaching the borders of Camp Half-Blood. She held on tight to Arion, her curling brown hair flying behind her. It felt like a matter of minutes since she'd defeated the Cyclops and set Arion free. And now… here she was.
The world changed the second Arion set foot inside the boundaries, and she urged him forward, just a few more steps, until they came to a halt in front of what seemed to be the central cabins. Around her, boys and girls in purple and orange were playing in the snow, practicing archery, laughing. It was… It was almost like she was back in New Rome. Except, in comparison, it was so empty. Legacies weren't common amongst Greeks, she remembered hearing. But still, to be here and experiencing all of it? It felt like a ghost town.
That was funny. A girl who had died in a ghost town.
Hazel dismounted reaching down for a decent-sized nugget of gold and holding it out to her horse. Arion eagerly accepted it from his new rider, munching like he was the happiest horse in the world. But Hazel didn't stray too far from him. It was colder up here than it had been back in New Rome, or any of the places she'd wandered since it had fallen. Certainly colder than New Orleans ever had been. But it was a picnic in comparison to Alaska.
Alright. First things first. Find a place to put Arion and see if she could locate her praetors. And Frank. Definitely Frank.
What: Hazel arrives at Camp Half-Blood on horseback. Cue Riders of Rohan music.
When: Afternoon, February 17th
Hazel could tell they were approaching the borders of Camp Half-Blood. She held on tight to Arion, her curling brown hair flying behind her. It felt like a matter of minutes since she'd defeated the Cyclops and set Arion free. And now… here she was.
The world changed the second Arion set foot inside the boundaries, and she urged him forward, just a few more steps, until they came to a halt in front of what seemed to be the central cabins. Around her, boys and girls in purple and orange were playing in the snow, practicing archery, laughing. It was… It was almost like she was back in New Rome. Except, in comparison, it was so empty. Legacies weren't common amongst Greeks, she remembered hearing. But still, to be here and experiencing all of it? It felt like a ghost town.
That was funny. A girl who had died in a ghost town.
Hazel dismounted reaching down for a decent-sized nugget of gold and holding it out to her horse. Arion eagerly accepted it from his new rider, munching like he was the happiest horse in the world. But Hazel didn't stray too far from him. It was colder up here than it had been back in New Rome, or any of the places she'd wandered since it had fallen. Certainly colder than New Orleans ever had been. But it was a picnic in comparison to Alaska.
Alright. First things first. Find a place to put Arion and see if she could locate her praetors. And Frank. Definitely Frank.
