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It had just been one of those days that brook would simply walk. it wasn't anything special, it never was. It had been a full year since she first got to camp and she swore up and down that she knew every inch of this camp. There wasn't much to do or to think about when your past is a fuzzy unfamiliar mess and it was basically forbidden to leave the camp's grounds--not that anyone followed that particular rule, but still, it was frustrating. The same old things every single day, for someone who doesn't understand much of their situation, training can get pretty old.

To imagine her surprise when she witnessed the boy stumbling into camp that day, well, you had to be there to really understand it. Her walks never had anything exciting happen. sometimes, but only sometimes, she'd get a few acorns pecked at her by the wood nymphs or a random monster would attack in the woods. It was never a big deal. But this was the first time she witnessed a kid quite literally face plant straight into the grounds, through the arch and past the tree.

"That must not feel nice," she mumbled to herself as she moved closer to the boy. Watching him fall almost made her giggle, but seeing the state he was in, come to think of it, the state most campers are likely in when they arrive, well, she wasn't going to make an enemy with him. It was his first few seconds, might as well make them welcoming. "Hey, uh- you alright?" Brook offered her hand to the kid, crouching slightly to his level in order to reach and help at a decent angle. Her was covered in mud and other sorts of grime, nothing seemingly pleasant. She offered up a light smile to him, waiting for him to take her offer of help.

The boy seemed to have a decent clue of where he was. obviously he was a demigod, or he would have only seen a strawberry field, but still she wondered if he read the sign, or if he was simply making sure. When he was to his feet and brook gained a better look at him, she realized his condition was worse than she initially thought. his clothes were ripped to shreds and the way he let go of her hand so quickly made her think he was quite shaken up. "This definitely is Camp Half Blood, alright! Home to the various demigods, satyrs, wood nymphs and the occasional god if you can catch him on a good day! You seem to me that you might know more than other newbies, though."

She didn't regret what she said, but she wondered if it were going to affect his judgement on the place. he might not have known much on his own and her throwing names out there off her tongue wasn't just nothing. Still, she smiled, welcoming him, trying to make sure he knew everything was going to be alright here, or as alright as it could get for the life of a demigod.

"I'm Brook," she told him softly, opposite of his outburst. she raised her eyebrows with a laugh at his comment on food. "The food here is amazing though, basically anything you could ask for. I never get tired of it anyway." she studied him still, wondering whose kid he could be, where he came from and what made him look the way he did upon entering camp. She thought of how she must've looked and realized it probably wasn't too much better than that. Brook couldn't get over how tense he was though, sore, no doubt.

It was good to meet him, she thought, he needed a guide of some sort to help him through his first couple days. looks to her like she was good for it.

"Mom?" brook let the word slip from her lips without much thought to it. she didn't enjoy thinking about her ever absent mother. it was confusing to her especially with her lack of any sorts of memories of other family in the past. the goddess never being around or subconsciously present bothered brook more than others, but she kept the thoughts to herself and shook way her shock. Already knowing who your godly parent was upon entering camp for the first time was rare, even she knew that. What kind of hell did he go through if he already knows this much? brook took a breath in, letting her smile fall back across her lips. "I mean, well, no, she's not around these parts. But if you're sure she's your mom, looks like you'll be calling me sis."

brook jabbed her thumb at herself before she realized what she was doing and quickly dropped her hand. So Spencer was her brother. That will bring some new flow to cabin fifteen. she cant imagine the last time she tried to get to know any of her siblings. most had been at camp much longer than her and were very welcoming, but none too understanding of what sort of position she was in. every time trying to look into her past...well it wasn't a pleasant bringing feeling to her head.

"Of course! Food is usually served at specific hours for breakfast, lunch and dinner but pretty sure the cooks can make an exception. The dining hall is right over there actually." Brook pointed down the hill to the roofless building with marble pillars and flooring. She knew there would be someway to get him something. Bringing him to Chiron and Mr. D was probably smart, but she really didn't care for their whole initiation talks, so why might anyone else, right? "And we could probably find you some clothes as well."

"Looks like we're in the same boat there," brook stated with a shrug, "I don't even remember my own dad, I don't know yours. I'm sorry. Chances are they didn't even know each other, the gods are kinda like that." that was interesting though to her. he didn't remember anything, like her. she had wondered for a year where she had come from and now there was someone else. she knew what he was going through and she wish she could help him. "But we're half siblings at least."

She realized how eager he was to get to some food and brook knew that she should probably take him down to the Big House, but it was totally against whatever she would have wanted upon arrival, so why not avoid following the rules? food came before that and she didn't really care what would happen. nothing could get him in trouble and she would probably just end up doing dishes in the kitchen. No harm really.

"Yeah, let's go! I was looking for something to snack on anyway." There was bound to be something for them in there, there always was. Brook glanced over Spencer once more, wondering whether he would make it that far, but he seemed capable, so she began to lead the way down the hill and into the valley to the Mess Hall.

the children of hecate began their decent into the valley of camp. It was almost funny to brook but also expected that the first thing a new kid does is raid the mess hall's food, but she was so understanding that she wouldn't think twice about it. Who wants to sit through the initiation video when they could much rather snack on the yummy goodness that the nymphs make every day. Since lunch wasn't too long ago, there was still food out, but the woodnymphs were also cleaning up.

brook didn't think too much about them as the two demigods walked across the marble floors towards food. she had totally forgotten that Spencer was not aware of what everything was like here. brook then remembered the first time she saw a satyr and how much she had denied just what was right in front of her. Chiron had been an even bigger surprise to her. but she nodded and laughed lightly to herself as Spencer asked his question. "Those are the nymphs," she said so casually she wondered what his reaction would be before she continued. "Most of them reside in the woods, but others work and help out around camp like the rest of us. Many of them work here with the food, serving, cleaning and the rest of the sort."

the nymphs barely acknowledged the two of them, but some did take longer glances at Spencer and then went on to whisper something to another. "They also like to gossip." whatever they said, brook knew wouldn't get too far. it may make it back to the Aphrodite cabin, sometimes to Chiron, but he'll probably know about Spencer himself before that happens, if that was even who they were talking about.

"something like that," brook said with a smile as her brother referred to the nymphs again. It was funny the way he responded to their actions. guess he'll have to learn sooner or later that mostly the kids learn to ignore most of the giggles. brook actually found them to have two extremes. Either they were insanely sweet and helpful or way too gossipy, giggly and annoying. they helped out and she was thankful for that at least, but certain ones she wished would keep to themselves.

Crossing her arms, she watched Spencer jog off to the buffet-like table with the food displayed on it. one of the nymphs sort of stopped by her and gave her an odd look, the flowers in her hair moving with her hair. Brook tried to give her a smile, but it must not have come out right because the nymph made an odd face and then continued away all as Spencer hurried back and sat down at the table nearest them.

Before sitting, brook made the quick decision to nonchalantly show off. with a flick of her hand an apple and two golden glasses flew through the air and towards them. she snatched the apple from the air and took a bite before she sat. then said, "They're enchanted, I guess you could say," she told the boy to answer his question, "Just tell the cup what you would like to drink, be specific and voila, you got a nice cold beverage. No alcohol though. watch." She settled in her seat and swallowed another bite of apple. "100% Apple Juice, please." And her glass filled itself.