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Roleplay[]
Sue: Dawn found Susana in a particular mood. It had been days since she had arrived at camp. She had gotten her tour, had been claimed by her mother (Her uncle had briefly become visible, if transparent, to the satyr giving her the tour), she had been lead to the white little building, nearly tripped over a moving stepstool, and had promptly claimed the shower to wash nearly a month's worth of dirt and grime from her skin. Now, she was barely recognizable as the shambling corpse of a girl that had come over the hill a while ago. Susana had awoken a little before dawn this particular day, gotten herself an early breakfast, and since she had nothing else to do at that particular time, she had taken to the lake with her violin. She didn't know why, but her musical tastes tended more towards the melancholy today, so during that morning she chose to play Poème to the Naiads of the lake.