Snippet #1310507

Sam stayed silent the rest of the journey, letting Thalia reflect on her own thoughts, she was clearly getting a little homesick. He, however, was not and he didn't know why. This was the furthest from home he'd ever been and it was the worst situation he'd ever found himself in yet he didn't ache for the streets or his apartment or any of the many luxuries he now realised he had owned. He was soon jerked from his thoughts by the sound of the cannibal hurtling into a nearby tree with a similar jump-cry to his own and he couldn't help a small smile creeping onto his face. Now he thought about it, he'd probably smiled and grinned more in the last hour than he ever did back home. He shook his head a little, bewildered by the thought, and carried on walking as he tried to empty his mind of home.

When the 5 of them had arrived at the camp they were greeted by a ... Well, Sam couldn't quite put the words together to describe what it was that stood there. A fucking minotaur without the horns he thought at last as he waited for instructions, taking care to stash his weapon behid his back so he didn't give off the wrong impression. He tried to look strong but unaggressive in his stance and decided upon straight spine, shoulders back and hands clasped behind him. It was uncomfortable; he wasn't used to standing as such but if nothing else he was diplomatic and he knew how important posture was in giving a first impression. And the last thing he wanted was to have this monster of a man take a dislike to him.