faking diary entires (p)

"Mine is Raj." Wilhelm smiled some as they sat and ate. "Like I said, the more weirder you are, the more like we are to become friends. Even best friends." Wilhelm smiled a bit more and looked down at his spike wrist bracelets. Gods, he was so goth.

Wilhelm looked over at Matias. "Yeah. Weird's good. Weird makes the word goes around in my opinion. Either being weird or money. Probably both." The son of Persephone scratched the side of his face and kept a bit of his sandwich left. He then got up and put the scraps into the hearth, offering up to Hestia and the other gods before going to sit back down beside Matias. "You never eat all of your food. You offer the last of your food to the gods, especially Hestia."

The son of Persephone looked at the hearth for a while, before turning his attention back to Matias. "Hm? Oh, uh, well I was born on Mount Olympus, but I guess my birth certificate says 'Binghamton, New York." He answered with a head nod. "But my dad is from Agra, India." Wilhelm added just in case Matias was interested. "And you?"

Wilhelm thought about it. "About five and a half hours. It's way closer to here than it must be from Finland." Wilhelm scratched the side of his face and looked up from the table and into Matias' blue eyes. They were nearly piercing. "And that sounds like a pretty small population for a city. Is it true that in Finland, Norway, and Sweden that sometimes in the winter, you don't see daylight?"

Wilhelm nodded his head when Matias explained to him the sunrise and sunset patterns of Scandinavia." That's interesting. I'd honestly love to go there during the winter and just sleep." He laughed a bit. "But, uh, that's really interesting, Matias." He rubbed the side of his face. "So, you want to go and see the rest of camp?"

"Fair enough." Wilhelm chuckled and started walking out of the mess hall and toward the common part of camp. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and glanced up at the sun, then back down at Matias. "A lot of people don't like shadow travel. It's understandable."

The son of Persephone nodded his head. "I can understand that, Matias. Shadow travel isn't for everyone. It's an acquired taste." Wilhelm continued walking, watching as some of the campers headed toward the beach with their beach bags and sunblock. "Have you...visited to all the cabins? Not exactly walking into them, but seeing them?"

"Well, hopefully you'll get the hang of it. Have you been to the forge or armory yet for your weapons?" He asked curiously. "Weapons are important and that's not coming from an Ares' kid." The son of Persephone chuckled a bit and continued his stride with Matias by his side.

Wilhelm raised an eyebrow. "Eh, it may be, but it's also a very Greek thing to say. Actually, it's a very Roman thing to say." He chuckled a bit. "Well, training starts back up again tomorrow so you need to make sure you get one." The son of Persephone smiled a bit. "It's going to be a hard first day, but you'll serve...hopefully."

The son of Persphone simply laughed and shook his head. "I'll try not to. Though, rock climbing with lava pouring down at you will probably make you a bit scared, but stop worry, no one really dies inside of camp...well, other than battles and stuff." Wilhelm sighed and bit his lip. "I know what you, mean, but it's safest for everyone if we stay here in camp. For us and for our families."

Wilhelm put his hands up in defensive and laughed a bit. "Sorry, sorry. Just making sure you fully understand. I'm sure Chiron explained things more in depth to you." The son of Persephone looked around the camp, then back at Matias. "Do you like Pegasi? I know that's a weird question."

 With the new information that he received from Matias, Wilhelm changed their course of their path. "Then you're going to love this." The son of Persephone headed off toward the stables with a grin on his face. "Wait, can you communicate with pegsi are is it just a bond thing like the Iris kids have?"