Liam found himself to be quite bored, that afternoon. He had walked around camp for a bit, muttered some soft greetings here and there, but had not found anything to do to kill his time with. He had even done as much as visited the Arena for the very first time, something he had not had looked forward to at all. Weaponry still had the tendency to scare him. It had been no surprise he had fled the Arena as fast as he had entered it when he had seen that the Armory contained both some interesting as well as dangerous equipment to kill the other demi-gods with. He was relieved he had not ran into some Ares kid, unsure of the fact he would have been able to tell the tale if one had been there to threaten him with a mace. He had returned to the cabin he shared with his five sisters quickly, intending on just busying himself with writing a reply to the letter he had received from his father.
When he opened the door to enter the cabin, however, it began to cross his mind that he had not really spoken to his other sisters, except for Cažtlynn. He figured he might as well make an effort to get to know the other girls, seeing as they would need to spend a lot of time together of, what he had heard to be, a few years. He swallowed thickly as he glanced around the room, surprised to see that it was spookily empty as he walked further into the cabin, on his way in an epic quest to find his sisters.
He seemed to be victorious fast enough. Propped up on her bed, he saw one of his sister he believed to be named Trixon Ė looking like she was not at all busy, in that moment. He cleared his throat slightly to, hopefully, catch her attention, cheeks already turning a lighter shade of crimson as he approached her. His shaky voice broke the silence in the room, the most awkward smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he stood at the end of her bed. ďTrixon?Ē he asked, simply, not knowing what else to say. He just hoped she was as outgoing to get some sort of conversation going.