v. patience is key

EVEN IN THE LIGHT of Morgan's hopes, granted being the fact she kept them to herself to prevent a disappointment, that Percy Jackson would grace the camp by rendering to the world of consciousness and deliver some proclamation of the situation arising on the home of the gods, what had caused it, what would be the consequence, and how would he fix it. In the end, however, none of the questions would be answered as the boy remained in a deep slumber with only the rise and fall of his chest, alongside the persistent amount of slobber as a sign of life.

Patience was never Morgan's strong suit. The girl, at the mere idea when in the face of her desires, would grow a tearing at her insides, feeling them twist and turn in unsettled aggravation like a wound that kept festering and never healing until handled properly. The lining of the inside of her cheeks held small splits due to biting from molars her, ripping through soft skin in attempts of calming her eagerness. Morgan had half the mind to race into the Big House and shake the boy until he gave her the answers she demanded.

"You know, the more you twist your face like that, the higher the chances of it getting stuck like that." Came a voice, followed by a well-manicured hand poking at the skin between her brows. Glancing at the origin of the voice, Morgan could hardly restrain the upturn grin pulling at her lips.

Beauty was everlasting, or that's what most campers had said when referring to children of Aphrodite, and the precedent only became more apparent when it came to Silena Beauregard. Tan olive skin, rosy cheeks, and long, glossy hair so black that it appeared purple under the light of the sun, it was evident to see how the girl attracted the attention of nearly every camper, especially if not accounting for her looks than her personality. Due to her parentage, many children of the goddess of love and beauty had gained a reputation amongst campers that, while not endearing in the slightest, most had done little to combat it. As love's child herself, many had speculated that the cabin's head counselor would be the same.

However, the Beauregard girl had proved many wrongs as she graced every camper she met with her boundless sense of genuine kindness, willing to give anyone advice whether on love, bonding with the pegasi at the stables, or fashion. And no one would ever dispute her taste considering how her tall and curvaceous figure looked stunning in anything. Always adorning a smile so bright it put the sun to shame, Silena had an aura of warmth that could attract anyone. Even her voice seemed angelic paired with her slight Australian accent that she had long since stopped being embarrassed by.

Blinking back to reality, Morgan narrowed her brows. "That's a myth."

Silena shrugged her shoulders, tendrils of hair rolling down her back. "Sure, but that's what people said about the gods, and yet, here we are." Giggling sweetly at the snort in response, her baby blue eyes turned to the Demeter cabin's porch steps, watching as Harmony drew a hand over her forehead in an attempt of collecting beads of sweat before they cascaded down to her eyes.
"Harmy, tell her I'm right."

"You're right, Silena." The Kekoa girl answered automatically, not pulling her eyes from the potted plants resting near her knees. Even though the cabin had a greenhouse attached to the back of it, Harmony, like most of her siblings, couldn't resist showing off their skills.

"Even if it does, I could make it look good," Morgan stated proudly, gloved hands resting on her hips as she watched Harmony snort in response. "Some celebrities do it. Why can't I?"

"Because of a little thing called botox, you got a thousand dollars to spare?"

Silena smacked the girl's shoulder, glancing down at her geeky disapproval before returning her attention toward Morgan. "Don't mind her, she's simply humoring you." Her expression grew lack as she saw Morgan's focus drift, following her gaze until it landed on the Big House in distance. "You know, sometimes you can't rush things. He'll wake up when it's time, and no sooner than that."

This caused Morgan to grumble, hands rising from their place to allow her arms to cross over her chest. Her brows narrowed even more as her scowl deepened. "That's what everyone keeps telling me, to not rush it. To wait. Sounds like a dumb way form of reassurance."

Now it was Silena's turn to scowl, blue eyes hardening as she lightly glared at the younger girl. "Okay, let's look at it this way since you're so eager for him to wake up so quickly, do you think he'll be interested in answering any of your questions when he finds out about his mom?" She hummed, her brow raised when she noticed Morgan deflate. "Didn't think so. We can only hope that he doesn't remember anything from that night, at least before Chiron or Grover can tell him."

"He remembered Andy."

At this, Silena blinked. "What?"

Morgan continued. "Yeah, when we were waiting for her to wake up, he hardly moved or anything when we spoke around him. However, as soon as Andy said something, it almost seemed as if he was about to wake up. He's only done that with Grover and Chiron." She glanced at the brunette. "He remembered her."

Morgan watched from her peripheral as Harmony shifted slightly, listening to her statement closely all while pretending to be occupied with the plants in front of her. Morgan chose not to comment.

Silena appeared to be processing the information, a small crease forming between her brows. "Nonetheless," she began. "my point still stands."

Morgan held back an eye roll but even so, somewhere in her mind, she knew that the brunette had a point. Whether she wanted to accept it or not.

Noticing the girl's ever-dampening mood, Silena sighed as she stared at the girl, appearing at her wits' end on what to do when she took note of where they were. "Harmony, do you need help with those flowers?"

Harmony opened her mouth to respond in gentle dismissal but, as she rose her head to the daughter of Aphrodite and was met with a pointed stare, she quickly understood the hidden meaning behind the question.

"Oh, that would be great. And an extra set of hands is always welcomed." She looked over her shoulder. "Morgan, can you lend a hand?"

The dark-skinned girl blinked, stepping out of her head and back into the world. Without much of a word, Morgan took the extra pair of gloves from Harmony's outstretched hands. Gracelessly, she tugged at the leather fabric of the black gloves already wrapped around her palms before tucking them into her back pocket. Falling alongside Harmony, as if by muscle memory, her hands began to work into the soil, forming a crater before reaching towards the potted plants- angelonias. It was easy to work alongside Harmony, or truthfully any children of the harvest goddess, Morgan had found.

Most of her children had taken to her with ease, something that had left Morgan at the time surprised by when taking into consideration how she lacked any knowledge of the way of nature. However, after bearing witness to the fields upon fields of flora and planting her first plant, Morgan had quickly grown attached.

If she couldn't be found with either Andy or others, it was likely that she resided near the Demeter cabin. Cabin four held a sense of life to it that other cabins seemed to lack, though, that was attributed to the fact that most of what made the cabin itself was alive and continuously growing. Grass of bright green hues sprouted from the rooftop, accompanied by tomato vines lining the edges and walls. Along the porch and windowsills were wildflowers and roses that brought out the brown paint of the cabin's exterior.

Inside, it was as if transported to another world. Instead of wood, the floor was lined in the grass, soft to the touch, and reached ankle length. The walls were almost nonexistent as, in their place, was the mirage of a vast forest blooming with dozens of trees and the allusion of animals ranging from deer to birds.

At the center of the cabin stood an oakwood tree, towering over the inhabitants and holding up the ceiling, which appeared enchanted to resemble a clear sky. Branches with thick leaves spread far and wide, conveniently hovering over the beds of campers, providing them coverage from the light of sun-an advantage that many night owls favored.

Even as Morgan had finished planting around the front of the cabin, she had followed Harmony around without much protest, deep in the earth until it painted her skin and stained the fabric of her clothes. Even as the day had long since shifted, Morgan held no care for the world and its problems. She especially held no care for Percy Jackson and what his presence meant.

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author's note:
word count: 1404

An update that I, at first, had no idea where it was going. However, I thought this would be a good time to show some insight into Morgan's character and some of her hobbies. From a young age she's always had an interest in plants and all those things in relation to it, so it makes sense that the Demeter cabin adopted her so easily.

I've changed up the design for the Demeter and other cabins that will be mentioned throughout this series. Reason being is because, look, this is a camp for children of literal gods and I'm supposed to believe the home their children live at for a big part of their lives is simply some regular old cabin? I'm sorry but you expect me to believe they wouldn't add some magical details to the cabins, I will call you a liar. So, as result, each cabin its own little something that correlates to their patron, as seen with the Demeter cabin (my description alone makes me want to stay there).

In regards to Silena, in my head I've always imagined her as plus sized in, especially after seeing the V*ria official art of her, that's just how I imagined her. She also has a bit of an Australian accent, don't ask why, and I've always imagined her as half black too. I can't explain why, it's just always been like that, and that's never going to change so-

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