"No, I created this storm; I should be the one to suffer through it." the girl said grimly.
'Ah, so she's Zeus' child then.' Silvaine thought. "Well, I'm sorry to interrupt you're little display of self-sacrific here," Silvaine said with a clear note of friendly humor, "but reguardless of who caused the storm, no one and especially not it's creator should be sitting in it, mooping around. If you think that this is suffering, just wait until you catch the flu. Now
that's suffering. With the seasons changing and all, your nose will be ten times runnier and there won't be a single tissue in the whole camp."
Silvaine had always been humorous, but rarely got to show it. Her mother had been so overprotective that nothing, absolutely
nothing was funny. It had been her father, Daniel Wood, the teach her the art of comedy. It was the first thing she resorted to when stuck in an awkward situation such as conversing with someone else. Things were just... easier if it was all a big joke. Of course when lightning struck not three feet from where Silvaine stood she felt her lighthearted humor faulter and she visably flintched. The girl didn't though, which didn't surprise Silvaine in the least since she was the one who'd called it down in the first place. What did surprise Silvaine was what she did with the charred dirt by her feet.
Silvaine stared at the mini-tornado whirling in her palm with poorly contained awe.
'Well isn't that just niffy,' she thought to herself, holding the door open with her foot as the rain continued to pour down.
"Thank you for your offer but I'm fine." the girl said half heartedly, providing a small smile that couldn't quite convince Silvaine that she wasn't lying.
"If you put it in a jar with some water colored with food coloring it looks really cool..." the girl added softly.
Though Silvaine was having a hard time believing the girl who sat outside her door she really couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to. Well, she could, but that would be just plain rude. She looked at the gift in her hand, then turned without a word and went inside, placing it in a glass vase with some colored sand. It did look pretty cool even though it wasn't colored water exactly. Going back outside Silvaine glanced up at the leaf and it expanded so that it could cover two people.
"Well, if you refuse to come inside I guess I'll just have to stay outside. I'm Silvaine by the way. Daughter of Demeter as you've probably guessed," she said with a snort of distaste, "Being the only one here can get pretty loney, but I don't facy going out in search of companionship, so when an opportunity like this comes along I'd be stupid to pass it up." She offered a meek smile, after introducing herself since she figured the girl wouldn't have any idea who she was if she didn't speak up.
Oh sure, she'd recieved the traditional, "Campers, this is Silvaine~" "Hi Silvaine~" when she'd first come here, probably a month or so ago, but that hadn't left as much of an impression on the campers as it did Silvaine. Standing infront of hundred of onlookers, hearing them chant her name in unison, feeling the judgmental eyes already classifying her as a thing instead of a person... definitally not Silvaine's cup of tea. That was for the more... heroic, outgoing campers who were "destined for great things" and all that junk.
"Anyways, now that you know who I am, what's your name?"