Pretty Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease? -Angel-

It was another grueling day at Camp Half-Blood. Sun streamed through the dusty windows of Dionysus' office. He grumbled, seeing the dust particles in the air. He swatted at them irritably. Dionysus had never been one to enjoy Camp Half-Blood, especially in the summer. More demigods shows up then, and they all asked him questions. He groaned, sloshing around the liquid in his coke can. Dionysus jumped at the sound of a voice entering his office. He whipped his head up, his eyes wide in surprise before he settled back in his chair. "Oh, Brianna." Dionysus had always been confused about how he should behave around his children. The other gods and goddesses did not get a chance to see their children, expect from afar. Dionysus saw them all on a daily basis. He loved his children, each and every one of them. Despite his cruel nature, he really did have a soft spot for his kids. However, he was terrified to let it show. What would Zues say? How would the other demigods react to favoritism? He sighed, knowing that with Brianna there was no convincing her. Most of his children disliked him. They saw him as the reason for all of their flaws, and they didn't care for him. Brianna, however, did not think like that. She was a breath of fresh air, though he couldn't say he was fond of the name "Daddy". Dionysus pushed himself up from his chair and walked over to Brianna. He examined the grapes and offered a smile. "They're beautiful. Seems like the vineyard is going to do well this summer," he said. He placed the bundle of grapes on his desk, though he popped one in his mouth while doing so.

Dionysus listened to her ramble. Brianna had always been a bit of a talker, but she was a sweet girl. She got that from her mother, he knew. He remembered Abigail fondly, though god and mortal relationships never last. Dionysus snapped out of his nostalgia and turned to Brianna, who was speaking about her accomplishments. He nodded his head, deciding to busy himself with paper work. "Very good, Brianna" he glanced up at her, feeling awkward, "I'm proud." Dionysus had never been the sort of man to say these sort of things to his children. He felt strange saying it, as though he had no right to. However, he'd never really had a child as fond of him as Brianna was. At her sudden request, he frowned. A summer festival? They'd certainly had other festivals these past seasons. The Harvest Festival and the Winter Festival were both big hits, so he knew another one was coming up soon. Dionysus pondered for a moment, wondering if this would add any complications to the up and coming schedule. Realizing that it wouldn't, he nodded his head. "Yes...I don't see why not," he replied.