Eh.

Azrael was putting his feet in the water, he could feel the light feeling against his feet. He often pondered what it would be like to not be a child of a war-goddess. Azrael didn't fit in with the rest of his "people" because he preferred a quite book instead of the clashing and slashing which comes from being a demigod.

Trinity was one of the last kids most people wanted around when she was drunk. And considering who her Father was, and that she was basically exploiting the Laws of the State itself, many others didn't care much for her. She had a lot going for her though: She was 14, looked 12, and was very cute. At times she was fun to be with. Currently, she was wearing a 2-piece Bikini with all blindingly jagged lines of color. You wanted to look away, but it kept drawing your eyes to it. She had a beach bag full of stuff, and a cooler.

Spreading out a blanket, she'd prepare to relax. Upon spotting Azrael, she'd speak. "Hey Azzie, how's the water?"

She'd nod, and set up an Umbrella, then a chair. She has some books with her, and food and all sorts of stuff. Opening the cooler, which was full of wine, she'd turn to Azzy. "Can I interest you in a drink?" Didn't really matter to her if he accepted or not; as long as she offered, that was fine with her. She was proud of her heritage, and of her Father, but she wasn't running around going "My Daddy runs this place, you have to do whatever I tell you to." Instead she mostly drank and worked on a project that she'd been working on for the last year or so.

With that, she settled in to read a science-fiction novel. If she had been a regular girl, she'd probably be reading a book on Mythology, but she was a Demi-God, she had learned enough in Middle School and then when she first arrived here. So she preferred other things. Among her other reading materials, were books on winemaking. "I've got some snacks if you get hungry", she called out to him. Hopefully he didn't drown. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to get him to safety. Then again, the Naiads should be able to help him if needed. Well, as long as he didn't pee in the water...

Oddly enough, his war-cry went completely unnoticed by Serenity, who was still reading her book. She'd sip her wine, and let the flavors roll around her tongue a bit. Then made a face. It was tough getting used to a wide variety of different wines and their tastes. Some reeked, some didn't. Maybe if she was buzzed, she'd be checking out Azzy, but she wasn't, and her book was interesting enough. "You're going to scare away everyone" she'd eventually comment.

"That's the uh, point of the war-cry." He said awkwardly. His body would lay afloat the surface still, he would open his eyes for a second to loom at the sky. He closed them again and started to relax again. His mother was the goddess of war and battle cries, nothing too fancy or anything. He was still a little mad at how he was just left in care of Chiron before being given to the nymphs instead. If he could meet her, he would probably as about his father though.

At least he wasn't trying to sing the War Crys as if they were a song... Or an Opera. She'd probably snap and attempt to kill him with liquor at that point. No one deserved to hear Azzy singing. Not even an enemy. She'd shiver at the thought of it. "Keep telling yourself that, Azzy. Whatever helps you sleep at night." She's not really paying much attention to the conversation

Feeling a bit angry he thought of something to shout back. "My mother could kick your dads ass." He said taking a guess at her godly parent by the wine he was drinking. He had shifted from his normal lax attitude to standing tall, looking a bit more like a child of a war deity. He crossed his arms and his face grew to an expression like that of a hardass gym teacher you hated. Anger was what made him act like a warrior. Even if it was little it was enough to make him want to strangle a puppy.

She'd look up at him, and started laughing. He looked like a petulant pansy. "Azzy, I'm sorry, but when you're soaking wet, this is more comical then you wanted it to be. Unless you're Jason Momoa playing Aquaman. Or that Roman Reigns fellow." She'd turn the page in her book. "And of course your Mom could kick my Dad's ass. That's really not saying much of anything."

Azrael scratched his head, he was born on Olympus and raised in camp so he never really focused on media. "Who- what even?" He said with an confused look before shrugging it off. "Anyways, I've had enough fun on the lake. I think I'm going to go train with my spear." He said grabbing his bag and sandals and he pulled his spear out of the ground which it had been staked in. Be slid his sandals on and waved bye before starting to walk off the lake.