Time to make a snowman! -RedPhoenix-

CORINNE “CORIN” ROWAN
daughter of hepheastus
tagged: vix ; word count : three fourty-one ; note: finally! <3

Why couldn't a girl get at least a single peaceful day at Camp? It seemed like it was a completely impossible feat. Everywhere, there seemed to be at least some sort of hustle and bustle that irked Rin’s patience as she shuffled through the snow-covered ground of Camp Half-Blood. She had no idea where to go now really. Apollo children had snagged all of the targets; the forge was full of, not only her half-siblings, but other campers who were seeking refuge from he cold air outside. But still, campers, nymphs, and satyrs were running around making noise like little kids. Well, they were little kids, but Corinne still refused to have any of it. She was tired of the noise, tired of being around so many people. That was the reason she had decided to take a stroll through the more peaceful parts of Camp.

The sight of the frozen-over lake somehow calmed the daughter of the forge. It made the corners of her lips twitch upward in a smirk. Letting out a breath, mist seemed to come from her mouth as she exhaled slowly. The crisp air against her pale skin made Corin shiver slightly as a cold breeze pressed against her face. For a daughter of a Greek god who controlled the flame, Rin never seemed to be bothered by the cold.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her gray-blue eye, she spotted a lone satyr gathering snow. Corinne’s eyes shined as she realized that the satyr created a snowman. Memory flashbacks went through her mind of her and her younger sister dancing and playing around in the thick snows of Britain. Rin smiled at the satyr and leaned against a near-by tree. “Mind if I help you with that?” she asked after a moment of simply watching. Corin stepped forward and waved lightly to the satyr. “Hullo there, I’m Corin,” she introduced to herself. Normally, Rin wasn’t one to do this, but the memory flashbacks really made her feel like a child again.

CORINNE “CORIN” ROWAN
daughter of hepheastus
tagged: vix ; word count : three hundred eighty-four ; note: <3

Corin's slightly childish and lighthearted side, a side not many people see, seemed to leak as she walked towards the satyr. She smiled, bending over to take a pile of snow in her hand. Absentmindedly, she began patting it into a compact ball of snow as her little companion spoke. The cold snow didn't bother Rin's bare fingers began carving the snow into a very detailed snow sculpture of a German Shepherd Dog's face. Wary of the snow being very delicate, Rin was careful to only pat and mold what she needed without the compact ball falling apart. The daughter of the forge has always had a knack for detailed carving and sculpting on almost any kind of surface, snow wasn't a particular exception. All she needed to do was be more gentle and careful.

When the she-satyr spoke about wanting to make the snowman look like a bear, ideas immediately went through Corinne's mind as to how it would exactly come about. She scrutinized the large circles of snow piled on top of each other and pressed her lips together. After a moment of surveying the snow, Rin smiled, and her eyes seemed to shine. “Sculpting it into a bear? Well then, I'm your girl,” she chuckled slightly. Putting her little German Shepherd Dog's head on the ground a little bit ways away from the main task. “Should it be a grizzly or Winnie the Pooh?” she asked with a soft smile.

At the introduction, Corin nodded. “Amaranta,” she said softly, her British accent thickening, “Lovely name really, Amaranta. Pleased to meet you.” Running her hand along the left side of the snow figure, she tilted her head slightly to check the main shape of the figure. Perhaps she should try thinking of putting her idea in a 3D rather than the 2D image she had in mind. As she continued to think, Rin hair barely heard Amaranta's question, but just shrugged. “Just wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle of the cabins and everywhere else actually,” she said, glancing at the satyr. “Hmm, what about you? To be honest, you're the first female satyr I've met.” Turning to Amaranta entirely, Sorin smiled softly, not bothered by the fact that her curiosity and playful side were showing more than she liked.