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Trent closed his eyes and held his breath, dunking his head under the water for a moment instead of replying. He resurfaced quickly, shaking out his hair. “I cannot mindread, so I suppose not. But common sense justifies me.”
Trent closed his eyes and held his breath, dunking his head under the water for a moment instead of replying. He resurfaced quickly, shaking out his hair. “I cannot mindread, so I suppose not. But common sense justifies me.”
“If you can’t prove it wrong, then you can’t say it’s impossible, even if common sense says otherwise.” Lydia said. “I didn’t come up with that. Old friend, but still.”
Trent sighed quietly, splashing some water at her out of distaste. “I elect to neglect your advice under the jurisdiction that we do not live in a world of fairytales.”
“Our mothers are gods. There are literal magic creatures all over camp. Our camp leader is a centaur. We’re pretty close to a fairytale.” Lydia said flatly, splashing him back.
Trenton audibly groaned at the mention of his mother. “Don’t remind me.” He huffed, debating on swimming away.
“I had to make a point.” Lydia said, smiling.
“You truly are a fiend.” He grumbled, swimming close to the shore and lying flat on his stomach, letting the small waves hit his shoulders and ease the tension he felt.
Lydia followed him again. “No idea what that means but I’ll take it as a compliment.”
Trenton rolled his eyes, resting his head on his arms, more than half of his body still in the water. He practically melted in the warm sunlight, closing his eyes and resting. “I assure you, it is not a compliment.”
“Well, I’ll still take it as one.” Lydia declared, laughing and splashing him again.
Trent whined as he was splashed, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and hiding his face. “Leave me be.”
“Not good at that.” Lydia said, smiling.
Trent opened his eyes with a dramatic sigh. He slowly stood up, shaking off the water. “I don’t have much time before the campfire.” He noted, staring at the position of the sun.
Lydia climbed out of the water, pulling her shoes back on, and saying, “I need to go change.”
“I do as well. For the third time today.” Trent smiled, a bit more calm as he stretched in the sunlight.
Lydia smiled. “I’ll see you later.”
“Stay out of trouble, dwarf.” Trent waved before trekking back to his cabin.
“you too!” Lydia called after him, going towards her own cabin.
(Should we skip?)
(Yeah)
(To where?)
(Campfire?)
(Sounds good! Do you want to start or do you want me to?)
(It’s your turn)
The sun slowly began to sink below the horizon as the rest of the day passed by. Trent had set and alarm and slept after getting changed, waking up in time to gel back his hair and go to dinner, which had been uneventful. He now sat on a stool by the fire after Will handed him his guitar. At the moment his was carefully tuning it, waiting nervously to start.
Lydia sat with the very few other kids from her cabin, watching Trent.
After a few testing strums, he nodded to Will. The Apollo cabin began to quiet everyone down as Trent stared into the small orange flames flickering in front of him. They were supposed to reflect the energy of the crowd, which was not super encouraging at the moment. Once the place had quieted, he began to play the first chords of country roads, hoping it would catch along fairly quickly.
Sam was the first to sing along. He smiled, and that quickly got his sister singing too. Eventually, all of Nemesis cabin was begrudgingly singing.
Trent looked up at Lydia, a small smile on his face as he began to play a little more passionately as the song caught on, growing more confident as the flames crackled to life a few feet away.
Several other cabins joined in, and eventually the only cabins not participating were Ares and Athena.
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