Post by Darci Larkin Howard on Nov 11, 2020 0:44:37 GMT
Darci had been a resident of Camp Half-Blood for quite some time now. But that didn't mean that she was as social as many of it's residence. For right now, she was hiding in the cabin that she had called home. The cabin that was filled with half siblings. Children of Apollo. She felt akin to some of them, while she still struggled with socializing. She hated being the center of attention, and even one person looking at her was intimidating.
The girl let her hair hang low, covering as much of her face from others as it could. She had lately been working on learning the lyre. She strummed the instrument that been known as her fathers. She still hadn't met the man, and didn't actually consider him a "father" to her. As far as she was concerned, she had left her family far behind. Even the word family, or any familial term, was a trigger to the girl. She had been tormented by her father and sister for years, now she was sure that it was because her biological father wasn't the man who was supposed to help raise her. In all honesty, she wasn't even a big fan of her mother either. The woman didn't help the torment, but she certainly did nothing to stop it.
That was all in the past. Now she had a new life. She wasn't into many of the rambunctious war games that the camp liked to play, but she had found safety there. She strummed the tight strings to make noise, working on adding each sound to make something pleasing to the ear.
Carter Petal Duncan
The girl let her hair hang low, covering as much of her face from others as it could. She had lately been working on learning the lyre. She strummed the instrument that been known as her fathers. She still hadn't met the man, and didn't actually consider him a "father" to her. As far as she was concerned, she had left her family far behind. Even the word family, or any familial term, was a trigger to the girl. She had been tormented by her father and sister for years, now she was sure that it was because her biological father wasn't the man who was supposed to help raise her. In all honesty, she wasn't even a big fan of her mother either. The woman didn't help the torment, but she certainly did nothing to stop it.
That was all in the past. Now she had a new life. She wasn't into many of the rambunctious war games that the camp liked to play, but she had found safety there. She strummed the tight strings to make noise, working on adding each sound to make something pleasing to the ear.
Carter Petal Duncan
