The cold breeze of old man winter was soothing to the sixteen-year-old girl sitting by the rink. Strapping on her skates, Taylor looked up to see the campers' happy faces while they slid across the ice, sometimes falling but laughing all the same. Taylor was just wearing her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and a pair of shorts that reached barely past her knees. She didn't mind the cold, being a daughter of the Khione. Finally ready, Taylor launched herself to the ice without hesitation.
Skating was second nature to Taylor. She slid across the ice with no problem, using her arms for balance. She skated in circles, in figure eights, and in just random directions. Taylor enjoyed being on the ice. It was like being at home. She closed her eyes. Maybe she forgot that other campers were there too. Well, Taylor just continued skating, until she realized her mistake a second too late.
Crash!
Taylor felt herself falling on the slippery ice. "OW!" she said, clutching her head. She had bumped into a fellow camper. Silently cursing in Greek, Taylor said irritably, "Watch it!"