Turn It Up Loud [ most darling blythe ]

Blythe~||~Ignoramus~||~Septavian
Blythe needed a life.
All she did was train, and when she was outside of camp for school, all she did was beat up people for calling her and her brother freaks. Okay, so she was a freak, and that didn't entitle her to creaming some losers. But it felt so good. Just like the music that was coming from the trees. Blythe turned her mismatch gaze forwards, to the little village in the woods. There, in a little gap in the leaves, she saw sparks, flaring against the dark green of the leaves. Okay Blythe, she said to herself, let's see if you can get a life and not maul whoever's there. Because there had to be a person there. Satyrs and nymphs wouldn't let a flame be unprotected. The daughter of Janus concentrated hard, and a small flame appeared in her hand, swirling with a small amount of water. Since her father was the god of opposites, she could maintain this small fire-water mix just long enough to see the character in the shrub. Staying focused on the little swirl of red and blue, she opened a door to an area closer to the person, for the sake of being quiet. Of course, that effort was completely wasted on her small gasp. A girl, probably Hephaestus due to the flames, was dancing to some K-Pop. Blythe hadn't heard 2NE1 since she knew she was a demigod. And the girls dancing was perfectly matched, accented by the embers dancing on her fingertips. Blythe kept in her position, her mouth slightly open.

Blythe~||~Ignoramus~||~Septavian
The small mix of elements in Bly's hand collapsed, since her concentration was now broken. She stepped slightly out of the shadows, enough so the camper could se Blythe's face. Her face was slightly flushed, since she had been discovered. "Well, yeah, it would've been cool special effects," she stated, "But it's not, is it?" She stepped out of the shadows completely. "No use lying. I'm Blythe, daughter of Janus." Her hand was out, but not too far to be uncomfortable. "Nice to meet you."

Blythe~||~Ignoramus~||~Septavian
Blythe didn't know what to do. Sooner or later, the girl would figure out what her dad had done, and another person would consider her a demigod freak of nature. Oh well. C'est la vie. Blythe looked around, trying to figure out what to say. "So," she started," That was some pretty good dancing you did there. How'd you learn how to dance like that?" Blythe absentmindedly whistled the song Tyler had been dancing to.

Blythe~||~Ignoramus~||~Septavian
"Cool. If I tried that, I would be dead by now." Blythe looked around, racking her brain for something smart to say. "So....," she started. "Who's Beth? I heard you mention her." Blythe glanced askance at Tyler, waiting for her to answer, or figure out what her father had done. Whatever came first. Blythe took out her harmonica, for whatever reason, and started to improvise. It sounded suspiciously like the song Tyler had just been dancing to...