Day One: Party!

[camphalf_blood]

[it's the summer solstice and a huge group of demigods safely made it to camp. This is clearly a good omen for things to come. The camp is alive with music and dancing. The satyrs are jamming on their lutes and the tree nymphs come out of the trees to dance. Everybody's invited!

The party will go on long into the night. It's all for you guys, so have a blast!]


[Mingle | Eat | Dance | Campfire ( go tag! and backtags on the tour post are still okay!)]

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[precede]

[ He pats imaginary dust off himself and looks around to check if any of them dropped anything. ]

Were you? Maybe I could help, in return for startling you.

[wintercat]

[Three someones, actually. Though she'll only tell him about two. When did their family get so complicated?]

I'm looking for a young girl, about [Gestures] so tall with dark hair and grey eyes. She will likely have a sword.

Or a young man, also with dark hair and grey eyes. He has a slight beard and would ordinarily be at his side, but with this change... [Hopefully Grey Wind is around here somewhere.]

[precede]

Rather small to be holding a sword, don't you think?

[ He crosses his arms and watches her. ]

And you're looking for them, why?

[wintercat]

She is trained. [She's not entirely happy about it, but Ned had approved. And it also meant that Arya had a means of protecting herself here. She had long since dropped her objections.]

They are my children.

[precede]

Cute. [ Like humans playing with guns. ]

Then we must find them soon! Before they miss their mother!

[wintercat]

It has kept her alive.

[And she's not exactly liking the feeling she's getting there.] Do you mock me, ser?

[precede]

[ Everything from him comes out like mocking, but he just shrugs. ]

I'll help you find them. Isn't that what matters?

[wintercat]

I suppose it is. [Gods know she's accepted help from worse. She offers her hand.] I am Lady Catelyn Stark.

[precede]

[ He catches the part where she is a lady, so takes her hand and bows to kiss her knuckle. ]

Klaus, at my lady's service.

[precede]

[ He catches the part where she's a lady, so takes her hand and bows to kiss her knuckles. ]

Klaus, at my lady's service.

[wintercat]

[Oh. She was actually expecting a handshake, so the handkiss takes her a little off-guard. But pleasantly so.]

A pleasure, Klaus.

[precede]

[ He smiles, lopsided. ]

Shall we go separate ways then or shall I escort you?