Not just another Runaway.

I grin at her, like I was extremely pleased. "I'd hope you ask what 'dat was. It's dee home of our resident God, Dionysus! Or Dr. Dee. And the oracle. And Chiron. A lot of people." I say, adding "Well, figuratively there are people in there. It's really just a lot of odda' kinds of things ." If you looked close enough, you could see two people sitting on it, playing some form of card game. The one looked a bit flustered, like he was losing.

OOC: Woops, my back. Who would of ever-- I mean, they're sitting on the porch.

IC: "Yeah. He chased some offlimits spirit or Dryad and got punished by having to be the Camp Director for... like 100 sumpin... Don't know." I say, looking around me to make sure nobody is listening. I then lean over to Whisper, whispering "He is kinda grouchy... Can't have wine anymore." I say, leaning back from her. My breath kinda smelt like coke... With a metallic scent. I reach for her hand and start to run up the hill to get a better view of camp.

I treated easily over each rock now, like I was a mountain goat. I pulled you along with me, stopping when we were 3/4 of the way up. I ask looking back at her."Can you move any fasta man?" I wasn't too tired, but we weren't at the top yet. "Like a mountain, jeez." I joke, letting out a laugh.

I looked by at her, my face a mask of anger. "Goat! What's wrong with a goat? Pan was a "goat"! He was the greatest God of them all w'en he was alive!" I yell, kicking up some dirt and then stomping down the other side of the hill towards the rest of the camp. From here you could see the cabins, shining gold, silver, pink, red, blue, yellow -- You get the just of it? There were a few people in the cabin courtyard speaking, some people sitting at tables alone.

"No, you stupid or just ignorant! He was a Satyr! But... A God Satyr! Ignorant!" I say when she is finished laughing, my face still showing anger. She didn't deserve to be the Daughter of Pan! Anyone but her! John Lennon should of been a son of Pan!

Wait, no... She probably isn't a Daughter of Pan. Just some Minor God. I decided to tell her this, like a child trying to hurt another ones feelings. "And, you're probably the Daughter of some Minor God! Some forest spirit. You should have horns!" I say, reaching to ruffle her hair and feel for any types of horns.

I looked at her, my eyes slightly narrowed. I point to the cabins, saying "Cabin 11. That's where you are going until you get claimed. No doubt some people will try and talk to you. I don't want to speak wit' you anymore." I turn over to the forest, which was beside the cabins. Whatever. She is probably just some minor god child anyways. Meh.

I looked behind me after I was about 20 feet away, a grin on my face I ran back, extremely pleased with myself. "I told you I can't talk bunny!" I joke, patting her on the shoulder. "I'm just joking." I explain, looking over at the cabin courtyard. I look back to Whisper, then to my hoofs. "Maybe you sho' just go down there. I'm sure someone else would be suited to giv' you a tour." I tell you, circling my hoof.