She was thinking about her dreams, what they could mean? Or if they had any meaning at all. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a girl suddenly sitting beside her. She introduced herself as Veronica Lyric. She looked about her age, sixteen. And she looked concerned.
"I'm fine," she said, maybe a little to sharply. But hey, if she wanted comfort she could ask for it. "I'm Arilee Moores, daughter of Apollo. Which makes me your sister."
Okay, maybe she could be a little friendlier? "I'm sorry, I was a little sharp. Some dreams were just troubling me...and I don't really want to fall asleep even though I'm pretty much worn down." she admitted.