Sunshine & Summertime (Riley)

Samuel had never been called Sam by anyone but his mother - and she called him that when he wasn't in trouble; majority of the time he was Samuel. He hadn't seen his mother in quite some time, almost a year he thought. He used to visit her for the holidays, and he wasn't the one who had an issue with going back and forth from Texas to California. It was his mother, who could only handle so much. His father being the god of prophecy, he'd been able to see the future ever since he was young. He'd been born the same year and day that the previous Prophet had passed away - rumors said the previous Prophet had taken her own life, but Anthony and Cameron were adamant that he shouldn't believe that. His mother thought he was psychic - she'd apparently once been a famous psychic in Los Angeles. He let her keep thinking that. But whatever visions she'd had, if any at all, weren't on the same level as his. She could only sit back so much with her son in pain from a vision. So the last time he'd seen her, she'd asked him to just stay at camp, where she thought he could be helped.

Samuel lightly shook his head, unsure why he'd started thinking about his mother. It wasn't a pleasant topic. "The country actually sounds like a nice place. Quiet, relaxing. The gods know people like us could use some quiet time." Of course by people like us he meant Prophets - Vanir in Riley's case. He adverted his eyes to the sky when an elderly man wearing barely any clothing walked past, humming the tune to a Disney song. Yep, as much of a city as he was, he would have preferred to be in the country. Less of a headache.

The beach, however, was a relief from the Texan heat. Egypt was hot, so Camp Isis had to be in a hot state. He wouldn't have minded the camp being in Alaska. He liked the cold and the snow, even if he shivered like he had hypothermia. "With all this talk of a war," he explained, keeping his voice somewhat low. He didn't want passing mortals or possibly demigods from the Greek and Roman camps to overhear them. The camp staff, Hounds, Pharaohs, and himself tried hard to keep much of the information from leaking to the other campers, not wanting to worry them, but news traveled fast. "I wanted to give some of the new campers a sort of day off."

He glanced over at a trio of demigods he recognized from camp. Three girls, two of which he believed were twin daughters of Sekhmet, the other a daughter of Hathor. They were talking selfies together with their smartphones. He felt a smile twitch at the end of his lips. "They shouldn't have to worry about their safety. It's the job of veteran campers like me to keep the safe, y'know?" He cast a small smile at Riley. He wasn't sure how it was over at Camp Midgard. Not much had changed at Camp Isis, but he could feel an underlining tension. And he didn't know how to get rid of it. He hoped this would help.

"How's your... brother, right?" he asked, hesitant to make sure he had it right. He was an only child, but he believed she was a twin, though he could have been wrong. "Still hot headed?" He'd only met Justin once, but that boy could make a big impression on you when he wanted to. And seeming as how Anthony had been there, Justin had appeared to want to make a big impression, wanting them to remember him as a good leader. The memory now made him laugh and roll his eyes, but at the moment, he'd just been confused. Looking back at Riley, he couldn't help wondering what she thought about the other camps and the situation. If a war did break out, he really hoped Camp Midgard and Camp Isis would be allies in battle. But all in all, he hoped it wouldn't come to a war.


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TAG:; @riley
MUSE:; Sunshine and Summertime by Faith Hill
NOTES:; None.