Painting a picture ((Amabella Bernyce))

As time had passed, Terpsichore had gotten bored of Olympus and Delphi at that. She had passed between those two places far more often then a mortal could probably aford. She had seen her share of dance studios, threaters, open air stadiums, but they didn't come often and didn't stay long.

Truethfully Terpsichore liked Camp Half-Blood most of all. All the children were so full of imagination, so cocky too. She kinda liked that. Plus her child and all her sisters children were there too.

Not that she needed a disguise but Terpsichore decided to blend in anyway. Her appearence shifted to a young girl, with blonde hair and the orange camp half-blood shirt all the campers wore as well as some shorts. Her golden lyre was strapped around her back with a leather strap as always. 

She wandered around camp aimlessly trying to make up her mind of where to go. The Ampitheater was always a good choice but she would never have it to herself, there always seemed to be someone there, even at night. She passed by some more campers giving them a smile or a quick hello until she came upon the arts and crafts place. It seemed to be empty until she noticed a couple of campers and satyrs walk in and out. The arts had always intrigued her but for some reason this building just seemed to be calling to her.

She entered looking around at all the art supplies, paints, canvases, color pencils, she smiled at the thought of getting dirty. Looking around a little more she spotted chainsaws and torches. 'An unorthodox style....' Terpsichore thought passing on the tools. Gathering a pencil and some color pencils Terpsichore found a spot somewhere away from everyone else to be consumed in her own thoughts.