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I sat on the sandy beach. A large board lay on my lap. On the board rested a piece of paper. This paper was covered in the pencil marks of my half finished drawing that I was working on. Chewing on the end of my 5B drawing pencil I studyed it intently. The sand I hadnt put much effort into yet. I was working more on the water and sunset I had seen the day I started the drawing. I always enjoyed drawing. It let me express whatever emotions I was feeling at the time, somthing that was all too important for a child of Eros. My eyes squinted with focus as i stroked my pencil on the paper to build more waves in the water. Then I tossed the pencil and board to the side, into the sand. ADHD made it hard to concentrate on my drawings for too long. I looked further down the beach for somthing to grasp my attention. For once there actualy was somthing down there. Not too far away was a jogger going down the beach. She stoped suddenly, she seemed out of breath. I tucked some of my orange bangs behind my ear, as I so often did.
"Want some company?" I hollared to her. She wasnt far enough away for me to shout, but i did need to elevate my voice slightly.

I watched the young girl walk over and sit by me. Her long dark locks made me slightly jealous, but that feeling quickly subsided. That was one of the troubles of being a child of Eros, emotions came and went really quick, or they stuck around for too long. Bipolar was a word I heard wispered behind my back all too often. I took her hand in greeting "Jennie, daughter of Eros. Who is your godly parent?" I asked curiosly.

My eyes widened and my eyebrows raised when i heard her responce. "Nyx?" I said with a little surpise in my voice. I had no idea she had ever mated with humans. "That makes us really closely related then doesnt it?" I continued remebering that Eros and Nyx were directly related in some form or another, most likely siblings. Which made Colby and I much closer cousins then most of the other kids at camp. "So do you go running often?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

I nodded in agreement with her. I totaly understood were she was coming from. It was like my drawing or gutair playing. It was a release for her. When she started drawing in the sand I couldnt help but feel a little insulted. Was I not interesting enough? I thought. But i quickly calmed myself, writting it off to my quick and touchy emotions. She has ADHD too, I had to remind myself. As the older one in the conversation I took it upon myself to keep the conversation going. "So how long have you been coming to camp?" I asked with a bent head, trying to meet her eyes.