première rencontre [colbers;the birthday girl]

Cheyenne was wearing a blue bikini as she sat on the sand of the beach. Her soft blond hair was down as it blew in the wind. Her crystal blue eyes wandered on the waves. The tide was high and the wind was strong. She pushed of her hands and stood up as she began to walk towards the water. As the sixteen year old headed into the the water, and was now at where the water was at her knees, she bent down and touched the water. Cheyenne walked slower and dived into the water. As she swam above the water, she was out of breath. Cheyenne Evelyn Alexander loved the beach it was one of her favorite places at Camp Half Blood. She noticed other people at the beach but did not bother to pay attention to any. She went under water and dove all the way down to the bottom of the ocean.

She was not out of breath, but came up for air anyways. She took another deep breath and began to swim closer to shore, but no where near where she could touch the ocean floor. The water was cold, but it did not bother Cheyenne. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders, trying to warm herself up.

Cheyenne was making her way towards shoer when she encountered a boy. She kept walking until she saw her towel and sandals. She rubbed the towel on her face and around her head to dry her hair. Then she put on her sandals and began to walk straight. In her path, she bumped into someone. "Oh uh, désolé, ce sujet. I mean... Sorry about that." She said. Cheyenne accidently spoke French, considering it was her second language. She moved her feet around in her sandle shaking out the sand. She gave a quick smile to the boy.

After, Cheyenne hoped to practice dance. She looked at the boy. "Bonjour." Cheyenne said smiling. "Sorry, I mean hi." Cheyenne said with a smile.

[ooc; gah, sorry no muse]

She pulled her wet hair behind her ear and smiled. "Thanks." She said with a smile. As he began to speak a second time, she listened. Cheyenne gleefully smiled. "Well... If your interested, I can teach you." She said with her eyes opened widely. She folded her hands. "My names Cheyenne. Daughter of Terpiscore." She said with a small smile. While Cheyenne waited for a response she crossed her arms and smiled looking at the boy. For a small second, she turned to the waves, then on the other side. Soon later, she looked back at the boy. "And you are?" She said slightly tilting her round shaped head. She looked at her chipped nails, but that was not her main worry. She was not a daughter of Aphrodite, she could care less about her manicures/pedicures or lip gloss or anything like that. The thing she mainly cared about was her dancing. She loved to dance considering her godly parent. Cheyenne silently tapped her left foot in the golden sand.

Cheyenne gave a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Kendall." She said. She put her left arm to her side and crossed the other one touching her left elbow. "Cool...Maybe you can swing by my cabin sometime." Cheyenne offered politely. He's pretty cute... Cheyenne thought. But it's not like you know him, Cheyenne. He could be a total jerk. But he seems nice. Cheyenne thought more. Cheyenne sneered, "No... Not dangerous. But I do know how to make a person faint." Cheyenne said stupidly. You sound like an idiot Cheyenne. I know. She thought in her mind again. "Uh... Anyways, want to go for a swim or something?" She asked kindly.

Cheyenne nodded. She was impressed when he said thank you in French. "Votre bien bienvenue" She said with a chuckle. She rubbedher feet on the sand and rapped her towel around her shoulders. "Great."She said nicely. She played with the end of her blond hair. Then again, she nodded. "Sure... But good luck, you'll need it." She said jokingly. Cheyenne was never a runner, but she could run a marathon if she wanted. She began to run with her left foot then quickly picked up her right foot. She was going fast, but still behind Kendall. "Your pretty fast, dude." She said under her breath. She meant to say it louder but she tried not to breath from her mouth so she wouldn't run out of breath. Even though it was not even that far away.

Cheyenne put her hands on her stomach and folded her arms. She began to sprint towards where Kendall was. The two were at at least five feet of water. She shrugged. Drops of cold water began to splash on the fifteen year old. "I don't know." She said softly. "Honestly... The cold doesn't bother me." She said sounding perky. "Kendall. What brings you here. Cause like you said...it is the middle of November." She said slightly tilting her head with a small smile.

She wrapped her arms around her elbows as the water began to make her hair feel like straw. She looked down noticing a small brown fish peck at Kendall's leg. Cheyenne then noticed when he kicked it away and it began to swim away behind the two. The sky was a baby blue and had light puffy clouds.

Cheyenne smiled as he spoke. "I see." She said as he responded. She began to sink her feet into the sand. "Yeah... I just had to go for a swim today, even though it's practically winter." Cheyenne said with a small smile. She felt something in her eye, so she wiped it off. Cheyenne then listened closely when Kendall spoke. She began to think about what her favorite hobbies were.

"Well dancing, of course. I also enjoy to play tennis, whenever I play I just feel enegerized. If that makes sense. And poetry is pretty cool, I love writing." She said with enthusiasm. "What about you, Kendall?" She said. Suddenly, her emotion changed. Instead of being joyous, her eyes slowly dropped, along with her head. She missed her dad, but she did love camp. Cheyenne nodded as she opened her mouth. "I'm from New York, upstate to be exact." She said. Cheyenne suddenly looked up. "But I don't talk about that a lot." Cheyenne said softly. She coughed and decided to shake it off. "So where are you from?" Cheyenne said with a small smile.

Cheyenne nodded. "What do you like to write about, Kendall?" She asked looking at the shore. She thought it was pretty cool to meet someone who liked writing as much as she had. The water was cold, but it was almost winter. Her blond hair, like the rest of her was cold. Cheyenne looked back at him. "Ah, cool." Cheyenne said crossing her arms with a big smile. "Where in Nevada, if you don't mind me asking." Cheyenne said hesitantly.