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Xander: He then looks up, and see birds flying overhead. If I only just have my bow, he thinks. Xander turns his head to the left, and sees someone he is sure he'd never seen before. ''Probably new. ''He stand up and wipes the dirt off his pants. He walks up to the guy staring at the lake too and clears his throats. "Hey, you new?"

Dion: "Who, huh, what?" Dion babbled as he directed his gaze from the birds to the boy approaching him. It definitely wasn't the first time today he'd been asked that question, but it was definitely the first time it was asked so forwardly. He felt a sense of approval. His smile playing at mischief in the corners, he turned his body entirely from facing the water towards Xander, to more respectfully reply. "Funny you should ask that," he started, fighting hard to suppress a mad grin, "it's almost as though you knew just by looking at me.  There's a sign on my back, isn't there?  Someone ought to show those Hermes kids how to pull a real prank." He paused here, thought for a moment, and offered his hand for a shake, adding "I'm Dion. I'm new here."

Xander: "No sign. I just haven't seen you here, so first thing that comes to my mind is a new comer." He shakes Dion's hand. "Xander I am. And it's true. Hermes kids are stupid sometimes." He breathes out loudly. "So, how's life? I know ev'ry one of us has a complicated life."

Dion: "Life is...new.  And exciting." Finishing the greeting, he took his hand back and held it up with fingers open. "And full of angry bird ladies, bull people, metal birds, manhorses..,all kinds of new things. And exciting things." He counted the rough monster descriptions off on his fingers as he went over them, to add dramatic effect. He laughed at his own terrible description. "Good times.  It's nice to meet you, Xander.  And I'm so totally telling the Hermes kids you said that."

Xander: He laughs at Dion's last statement, waving his hand in the air. "Nah, they know me. I know them. And they know it themselves." He rubs his palms together and cup it over his nose and mouth, breathing in it. "I can't even believe I'd ran away from home, left my brother under my mad dad's care... It's all crazy. Anyway, you a Hermes kid, too? 'Cause I don't think you are."

Dion: "Ran away? Why?" he asked, tilting his head inquisitively. "How would you even know to run here?  Am I the only one who got news of this place out of nowhere?" He smirked, bouncing a little from a contained chuckle, at the inclination that he might be a Hermes kid. He guessed that he did share the demeanor right now. "Nah, my dad's not much for the whole 'soaring on the wings of freedom' thing, though he is a pretty slick thief.  Think more...fire and chains, not overly fond of birds."

Xander: "I didn't know about the Camp before then. Guess my mom led me here through those times." He scratches his ear. "Sometimes you really get to know about this place accidentally. Though I'm sure your dad can't  be Hermes. But a thief.." He thinks deeper, recalling all those times his brother tried to let him know all the god and goddesses and whatnot. "Hmm...Hephaestus is not a thief, and doesn't have any problem with birds..." he mutters to himself. ''Fire  and chains. Fire and chains. Dislikes birds. A thief. ''And it all collides into one. "Ah!" he claims, pointing a finger at Dion. "Prometheus, eh?"

Dion: "You mean there are people that actually stumble into this place by accident?  Man, what's that got to be like?  Just hiking off-trail a bit and suddenly, bam, Renaissance Faire with real satyrs and centaurs all over the place." Dion smiled, pointing a finger at Xander to indicate a correct answer. "You are correct, sir.  So, uh, your mom's name is the one on your cabin, I take it?  Harmonia maybe?"

Xander: "I dunno what it feels like. Surprising or refreshing?" he shrugs. "Maybe shocking, 'cause you get to see creatures that you thought ain't real." He smiles at the thought, imagining what's it to be like, knowing the Camp suddenly. "But no, I'm not Harmonia's kid. My mom's typically an opposite of harmony. I mean, she'll do anything to win, even if it means killing." He grins. "Am I that peaceful?"

Dion: "Well, I've known you for three minutes, and in that time, I've seen you stare calmly out over a peaceful body of water and boldly approach a total stranger.  First guess would be Poseidon, but since you already mentioned your dad was apparently mortal, that leaves your mom for the immortal one.  Harmonia seemed to make sense." He shrugged, using his needlessly-long explanation to buy time as he thought. "To be perfectly fair, the 'okay with killing people to win' thing could still be pretty much any one of the Gods."

Xander: "Hmm, you have a point. Poseidon would be good, maybe. The water does calm me down, like a kid of the sea would. But nope." He looks up at the sky. "Think about a woman who loves watching over athletes sometimes killing each other to win. And she loves a lot of—" he makes an imaginary circle above his head as if a halo, "—laurel wreaths under her feet. That's my mom." Xander smirks and crosses his arms.

Dion: "With that kind of resume, the Romans must have loved her." Dion tapped his chin contemplatively as he tilted his head back to stare into the sky, muttering 'goddess of battle, goddess of battle' to himself while filtering through his mental slideshow. "Too violent for Athena.  Themis and Dike might make sense in a roundabout way, but I'm going to have to go with...okay, I won't make a shoe joke, that'd be hybris.  Nike?"

Xander: "Right, a shoe brand! Never thought of it. Anyway, yeah. She's my mom." He rubs his arms, shivering, even though he has a jacket on. "You know what, you talk like... like you know a lot of things, like you're thinking a lot of things at a time. Like a child of Athena." He shrugs. "But not so I'm-talking-to-you-you-must-have-a-nosebleed-now way. Just like the Athena child I know." He looks at Dion curiously. "Are you seriously Prometheus' son?"