tidemarks:
fated for : open .
location : the feast , after the offerings .
hecatomb festivities were amongst mavis’s least favourite , replayed each fall for hundreds of years . the nervousness of young demigods was palpable —- a combination of anticipation of their parents’ possible appearance and the heady uncertainty that settled around the obviously improbable demigod sacrifice . mavis’s nose is partially wrinkled at the scent of it all , overwhelming . clutching her goblet of tea closer to her torso , dark eyes watch those that move past her . the offerings this year had been underwhelming —- as usual . stepping just far enough outside of the mess hall’s doorway for her feet to touch grass , mavis kicks off her hunter - issue combat boots —- casting her gaze upwards and locking eyes with the nearest living being as she peels off her socks . ❛ did your parent show up , or are you amongst the ranks of the disappointed youth ? ❜
in the end, she’d been certain she merely just enjoyed group gatherings. although the festivities offered quite a F O R T U N A T E bonus for her, that she was well aware some hadn’t had the same luck with; godly parents and their duties —- she’d easily give up time with her dad, just to ease the frustrations of her fellow peers ( no matter the length in which they were or weren’t wounded ). sometimes it’s easy to forget to be happy for herself, to be SELFISH if even for a split second while everyone shuffles around: dispersing from the event and slowly moving back into the normal routine of camp life like a chaotic sea finally settling. it was all CONVOLUTED and thorny though f riction had its claws in the camp long before the feast ( maybe it was merely a question of what was going to be a tipping point ). she’d escaped the festivities, something more appealing at present regarding the cool grass or the chill of the breeze and although she wasn’t expecting company, it CERTAINLY wasn’t unwelcomed. “ he showed —- ” a pause because her words are purposely soft and careful: treading water in hopes to not create a ripple with what she’d gained tonight if someone else hadn’t ( she also simply wasn’t someone willing to rub her gain in anyone else’s face ). “ how about you? ” her smile is calm, more of a pond as far as depth is concerned but it’s warm and it’s offered peace regardless of whether it’s needed. “ leaving the festivities happy or disappointed....though I suppose, in the end, even those of us who got the golden ticket of a parental visit —- end up dissapointed too. ”
