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    Seth emerged from the gentle warmth of the mess hall to be greeted by the soothing chill of the evening air. The sun had started to set now and it looked like several of the campers were heading out to continue with whatever they had planned for the end of the day. He could see young faces, smiling and laughing as they waltzed away, living their lives. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a couple, or it appeared to be so. A girl, probably 13, no older than 15, ran out from the mess hall, giggling as a boy chased after her. The boy had caught the girl with a hug from behind and ultimately she relented and wrapped her arm around his, leaning on his shoulder. The camp, by the most of it, seemed to be brimming with life. The picture was definitely a welcoming one. A small smile broke it's way out onto Seth face as he took in the sight of the evening.


    Placing his hands in his pockets, Seth slowly let his way across the front of the mess hall with a slight bounce to his step. "So what's that then....about 4 to 6 years?" He had guessed that Cassie was about her age, maybe younger. She did have that youthful appearance about her. Maybe it was because her mother was Persephone. The connotation of youth certainly attached itself with flower, the spring. A frown suddenly etched itself onto his face. "I hope that I'm not keeping you away from your cat? I wouldn't want you to lose your pet." This would be unfortunate. He'd maybe made his first friend around camp and he wouldn't want to be the reason for her losing something that was seemingly precious.

    The monotony of camp life had hit Seth unexpectedly like death. The daily dreariness, the absence of his life in these grounds left the man so lacking of interest that it caused him mental weariness and utter boredom. It was not as though he missed his old life per say, but he had returned to camp for this prolonged time to find some more meaning in his rather directionless life. Rather, what was awaiting him was far different. He had meant to consult with Chiron since his arrival, but even with intentions, he could never secure a meeting. Was the old man perhaps avoiding him? It was unlikely, but if true quite unfortunate. Such was his life. Seth had always been one to not just stray away, but to be evaded, even by fellow demigods. It was supposedly the curse of Hades; as his father was always shunned, so were his children. 

    His thoughts continued to invade his mind, enough so to distract Seth to the point of pondering where he had wandered off to. With a quick glance of his surroundings, he could notice a round, oval like structure before him. Rows upon rows of seats descending before him, leading down to a centralized stage meant for performance. Ah, the amphitheater. How had he ended up here? Seth squinted under the sun as he surveyed his own memories of the place. He remembered, at one point in time, that he once found solace here. The amphitheater. During this time of day it was generally quiet, undisturbed by the rattle of the common campers who ran amok throughout the grounds. He also remembered, under the ocean that was his memories, himself quiet, under the breeze of the spring atmosphere, as he watched time pass between friends, and even lovers alike. It never escaped Seth's mind that his attitude, his old way of thinking, was a direct result of his upbringing. The fiery hell of Hades' underworld wasn't exactly kind towards his upbringing. His time would pass by speaking with the Enrinyes, father's Furies. Or the dead, who longed for the presence of others. In in the pass time, he Seth had grown far older in mind than he should have been.

    With a blink, the son of the Underworld returned to the space of the living and simply sat near the upper left of the structure, his back leaning against the stone and his arms crossed. He surveyed his surroundings and found only one person, a male, quietly keeping to himself. With his eyes he could notice a couple things, namely speaking a book and a couple cans, presumably alcohol? Beer eh? Would rather go for coffee right about now. And then, he heard a voice, another voice, a girl?

    "Adam?" She had said. Adam? The name was vaguely familiar, but the memory eluded Seth the more he probed his thoughts. With a sprinkle of curiosity on his mind, Seth simply sat, and watched.

    "Oh, well then..." Seth let out a simple laugh as he returned a smirk in turn for his sudden hiccup. He appreciated her moment of concern as he so joyously gagged on his own drink, and in fact, was glad of it. It's been a while since he's had a bit of light heartedness in his life and he welcomed the easiness of it all. As for the issue of his dad and her mom, well...he'll just tuck that into the back of his mind and, for the time being, let it go. Cassie, on her hand, seemed to really just be curious as to who he was, and probably why he wasn't around when he was so old. Being a demigod was something that most people got an idea of around the age of thirteen, he was twenty. Most likely it looked strange why he'd only just turn around to camp.


    With a good hearted smile, Seth loosened up his shoulder and returned to his earlier position, his face now, once again a couple inches closer to Cassie's. "I definitely, uh, haven't been around much yeah that's for sure haha. Well..." Seth noticed Cassie's 'brown gaze' was fixed calmly onto him, it was almost impressive how sure she was of herself after being alarmed, seemingly, about his little fiasco, she'd recovered quickly. "I just decided, that it might be time for me to settle here for a little bit, or a little more" he continued. "For the majority of my life as a demigod, I've been away, helping out with other things. But, I just thought I'd drop by and see how things are going here you know?"

(Sorry for the shorter post, was a little brainblocked)

    Ah, coffee, even the word itself brought great relief to the lonesome male, who, at most times, never quite drank the brewed beverages for their intended purposes. The taste, the aroma, the feel, the warmth, even the look of the darkness that the drink reflected attracted the man to the greatest degree. Seth could never quite put a finger onto when his devotion to the black drink began. All he could remember is that he fell in love with its bitter flavor, a taste that he was surprisingly welcome to from a young age. As he looked upon his goblet, he smiled lightly at the overall picture of the scenario. Since when had he ever drank coffee out of a goblet? The thought was mildly amusing truth be told, it was almost as if Seth was guilty of desecrating some unspoken law. Of course, there was no such law that forbade anyone from drinking coffee out of a goblet, however, he couldn't quite help feeling a little silly in doing so. "A mug, I should invest in a mug. A personal one, something that I'd like..." The thought was nice. Maybe, he'd hit up that one shop down by Manhattan that he had once come across, the small quaint cafe. Surely he'd find what he would need there.

    Observing the goblet again with his eyes, and inhaling the wonderful aroma of the brew with his sinuses, Seth couldn't stop himself from sinking into the warmth of the Greek brew. How did these goblets even know to procure this specific taste? Most of these other campers probably thought of orange juice, or maybe a Pepsi to wash down their meals. If any of them had thought of coffee, would the magical goblet bring about some random brew? Or would it just be the expected flavor that the camper would expect? The thought was provoking, and in that moment, the young man felt comfort, and some pride, in knowing that his vast arsenal of knowledge on coffee most likely contributed in the goblet replicating the specific taste that he required.

    Now, enough about coffee, more about....well anything else. The soft crackle of a nearby lit fire brought Seth back into the world of the living. A quick chuckle escaped his lips. World of the living, how ironic. He rolled his eyes at the thought of such a stupid joke. Nonetheless, the thought at least was able to bring the son of Hades back enough to notice a figure approaching his space. How strange, this was new. Maybe, or most likely, this figure would make a turn at the last moment, just in time for Seth to turn his head to see her walk towards a destination that would make more sense. Yet, no such thing happened. The girl...was walking straight towards the table...towards him. A wave of curiosity overcame him, as she so confidently took a spot just in front of Seth's own seat. From her perspective, this girl would see Seth leaning on the mess hall wall with his right shoulder, and the goblet of Greek coffee ever so lifted with his left hand in mid sipping motion.

    "Well you look a little new here" ,the girl had straightforwardly proclaimed. "Names Cassiopeia but you can call me Cassie"
   
    This girl was surprisingly confident, forward, very sure of herself. If Seth could have a say, he'd even think that her smirk was....inviting? By this point, Seth's curiosity had amplified, and he was ready to explore and venture as he succumbed. Normally, he would never quite approach anyone, but it was a slightly different story if he was the one approached. 

    "New?" he let out an innocent laugh, "yeah, I guess you could say that." Seth returned "Cassie's" smirk with a smile of his own as he gently let down his goblet, ultimately placing it down on the table with the smallest of a thud. Letting go, he lifted his left leg onto the seat and rested his now free left arm on his own knee as he gazed at the newcomer. "The name's Seth, nice to meet you. I gotta say...not a lot of people...especially around here really ever come to me. How can I help you?" The inquiry was definitely present in Seth's eyes, as he was seemingly asking why are you here without saying it. In his voice however, Seth simply returned Cassie's cool tone.

I'm so sorry to hear about something so unfortunate. I've been in the shoes where life has hit me like a tidal wave to the point where I've had to take multiple hiatuses from RPing. Your life most certainly comes first. I hope everything ends up being okay and your life settles back to being manageable!