Post by Hermes on Sept 29, 2013 23:44:37 GMT -7
The Hills of Olympus were stunning. It was almost completely thanks to Dionysus and Demeter, but some assistance came from nature doing as nature does -growing. The landscaping was wild and stunning and mostly safe for the campers to relax in or play dangerous games in. During the day it seemed so friendly and open, but Hermes had seen it at night. The hills were threatening; spattered with clumps of forestry here and there made the hills intimidating if you didn't know where you were going.
Luckily for Hermes, he memorized the layout of the hills and the woods and, if for some reason he got lost, he could use and abuse his ability to fly. But at the moment, Hermes was content on foot. His goal was a particular clearing with a small pond and a small waterfall that both glittered when the moon was half. At night, when Hermes wasn't lost in his work (either camp work or work-work), and when Hermes really needed a break, he would eventually meander out to the clearing.
It didn't take him long to get there and it didn't take him long to settle beside the small pond. He sent his uncle Poseidon a brief prayer of thanks (hey, it couldn't hurt!) and absently ran his fingers across the softly rippling surface of the small pond. The stars reflected slightly off of the surface, rippling and shaking as the water did.
A slow smile spread across the blond god's face and he leaned his head back, looking up at the sky. He absently began trying to connect constellations that he knew, his mind easily falling blank as he did so. It was something Hermes knew by heart and didn't take him any effort to do it. The god relaxed as he sat under the stars in the comfort of dark, glad to be alone for once to just let his mind wander. (Of course, he couldn't let his mind go for too long for fear of it going places it shouldn't go, namely one Lord of the Underworld with cute facial hair.) Hermes sighed and splashed his face with water.
Don't be stupid, he told himself. You're setting yourself up for failure. The god huffed at himself and drew his knees to his chest in a remarkably childish way. Of course his thoughts would always end up there. Hermes gave a long, suffering sigh and he muttered curses in Ancient Greek under his breath.
