Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 0:26:08 GMT -8
One of Layla's few talents - when not drunk- was her skill with plants. When she first displayed her talent with them, Chiron, Mr. D, and multiple campers assumed she was a child of Demeter. She wasn't, of course, but being the child of a consort whom had spent much time with Demeter was close. She couldn't do anything close to what her mother or even some of the Demeter campers could do, but she was at least only second to them in this task. While the Demeter kids could grow strawberries large and and quick, Layla's talent with plants was more of a healing touch - she could restore dead or dying plants to life with enough energy. That was what she was doing this time, during a free period when she had nothing to do, and didn't really feel like heading home to her cabin.
So she sat at the edge of the field, reclining on a small tree near it, in the shade with a small box of strawberries she had 'healed' and picked next to her. She was careful with them as she took tiny bites, a small book in her hand. The redhead didn't have much, if any, makeup on - as was usual for her, but the touch of a beauty god was obvious. Her pale skin basically necessitated that she be out of the sun, and that when she went into it for long periods of time, such as for training, that she cover up well. A curse not from her mother, but from her father, who was as pale as she was. She never seemed to tan, but easily burned, and was quite annoyed with that fact.
She had a book with her - "Unaerthed Graeciae", a book provided by Chiron for her, covering information about several minor gods who were seldom mentioned even by the Gods themselves - one of which was her Mother. The stories about Cybele were embarrassing, mostly - golden chariots drawn by lions, presided upon by naked priestesses, parties that lasted for decades, full of sex and debauchery of all kinds, tales about her at separate times being 'consort' to six of the twelve Olympians. Others were more interesting - tales of her joining with Ares to lead soldiers into battle, of her staggering skill with all weaponry, of how she could fight even through 'mortal' wounds under her own healing power. For now though, it was abandoned - her fingers sticky with strawberry.
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Notes: Meant for Tori and Layla, but hey if you want to butt in I'm fine with that.
Tag: @alyaly
So she sat at the edge of the field, reclining on a small tree near it, in the shade with a small box of strawberries she had 'healed' and picked next to her. She was careful with them as she took tiny bites, a small book in her hand. The redhead didn't have much, if any, makeup on - as was usual for her, but the touch of a beauty god was obvious. Her pale skin basically necessitated that she be out of the sun, and that when she went into it for long periods of time, such as for training, that she cover up well. A curse not from her mother, but from her father, who was as pale as she was. She never seemed to tan, but easily burned, and was quite annoyed with that fact.
She had a book with her - "Unaerthed Graeciae", a book provided by Chiron for her, covering information about several minor gods who were seldom mentioned even by the Gods themselves - one of which was her Mother. The stories about Cybele were embarrassing, mostly - golden chariots drawn by lions, presided upon by naked priestesses, parties that lasted for decades, full of sex and debauchery of all kinds, tales about her at separate times being 'consort' to six of the twelve Olympians. Others were more interesting - tales of her joining with Ares to lead soldiers into battle, of her staggering skill with all weaponry, of how she could fight even through 'mortal' wounds under her own healing power. For now though, it was abandoned - her fingers sticky with strawberry.
Words: 409
Notes: Meant for Tori and Layla, but hey if you want to butt in I'm fine with that.
Tag: @alyaly