As dinner finished, Chiron gave the warning about staying up past curfews and how the harpies would eat any one they found out. He gave a brief smile before turning away from the campers and heading back up to the Big House, a troubled expression on his face.

Styx sat by the river he was named after, throwing black sand into the muck. Sighing, he rested his face in his hands, his ever moving hair flickering around his face and shoulders. He had just finished having a heated conversation with his father. He had thought that Hades would have been on his side, but his father was being as cowardly as ever, staying underground. Sometimes he wished that he could go visit his mum, but he wasn't very fond of grams. Demeter always would give him crap about the seasons. How he would change them too early or too late.

Lydia had turned away in time to miss his leaving but she now was staring at the place the blooming groth was flowering. She had not meant to anger Styx. Hearing the Ares children she turned around and glared heatedly at them.
"He is not a Pansy!" She did not shout but she knew they could hear her. They all seemed to glare back with about the same intensity. Lydia started to wonder if the whole lot of Ares people acted in such a manner. She hoped not, they would not be getting along at all.
The few kids around her had heard the conversation and did not ask much but all the rest who were out of earshot asked what she had been talking to him about and gave her advice saying it was not good to make enemies of any of the gods. She figured they were right and decided if she ever saw Styx she would apologize.
Dinner did not last to much longer.

"Gah! You demi-gods are infuriating!" He stood up and walked a good distance away from the other campers. he closed his eyes and a fiery sensation ran through him as he became his God self and then he disappeared. A heat wave emmitted from the source as well as several new flowers springing up.
The campers had closed their eyes, some of them yelling with excitement. Not all of the campers had known a god was with them.
A few campers at the Aries table snickered at the sprouted flowers, calling Styx a pansy.

"I don't know, pretty hard, I guess." She gave him a look like he was strange though so did several of the other kids in the room. "How hard am I suposed to pray? Does it really matter, if my father is not gonna claim me he's not gonna no point in putting to much into." That was what she had figured. She was hopeing maybe he had just forgot she was there and would just think, Oh yeah, and be like that, that is my kid. It didn't seemed to work like she wanted though.

Styx sipped his drink, but stood up not long after everyone was getting into their meals. He walked over to the Hermes table and sat down. He knew this was a very unusal thing to do, but he was a God, he didn't care.
"Lydia... when you put your food into the fire, how hard did you wish to be found?" He had a small guessing as to who her father was and he had a feeling that Chiron did as well. The way the girl was always seemingly tired, or did things half way. She would have to call extra hard to wake her father fom his slumber.

Seeing how everyone just kinda spoke to their glass and the drink of their choice appeared. Lydia tried this, "Strawberry lemonade." She whispered because is was kind of weird to her to talk to a glass. The drink seemed to come from no place at all, that was something Lydia could get used to.
She found the food in this camp to be good also, things were looking up at least from what she could see in the mess hall.
Everyone seemed rather social although everyone stuck to their own tables. Lydia had a few people speak with her about camp and some of the things she should know along with info on the huntress people who were coming and the charriots she was wondering about.

As the Hades table went up, Styx led them.
"Now brothers and sisters, make a nice offering to Daddy. He'll love you more if you do."
They looked at him with their olive skin and dark eyes. He hated how all of the demi-gods looked alot alike. You would think that would be a dead give away to what cabin you belonged in, but you still had to be claimed. Turning to the fir, he smiled to the Goddess of the Hearth before dumping his whole plate into the fire. The flames lit up a dark purple as Styx muttered some words and as he turned, the turned back to their normal red and orange flickering glow.
Sitting back at his table, he grabbed his goblet.
"Strawberry-Mango limonata." he said, the glass automatically filling up with the pinkish orange liquid.

She was listening but midway through what Chiron was saying, Lydia got distracted. 'He has horse legs?' she wondered to herself then snapped out of the little fact and payed attention again. She heard something about Charriot races and huntresses and a groaning from the majority. She was curious to why they disliked these girls.
Chiron sat once again, which was quite the weird idea for Lydia. then table by table the campers rose from their seats and put some food into the fire... an offering sounded pretty primal, but if it would help her father, she assumed it was her father as she knew her mother, to notice her after all this time.
Glanceing over at Styx she saw his expression was one of anger and couldn't help but want to know why, but she probably wouldn't ask.
The hermes cabin rose and formed a line leading up to the high burning flames of the fire. It burned brightly but hte flames were not intence. When it was Lydia's turn she scraped of a decent piece of the meat she had received as she had see all the others do and began to pray to her father to recognize her and put in a word or two to the godess of th ehearth like Styx had mentioned to do. Makeing it back to her seat they all waited for the offering to end, as soon as it did dinner began.

"Alright, as many of you know, we have a new camper. Her name is Lydia. Everyone please greet her."
There was a rather loud cheer throughout the large crowd of campers, the fire bursting high into the sky. It was obviously a good night.
Styx sat at his table, his eyes glued to Chiron. He knew that the centaur would do this prophecy just like the class. Would they have to wait for Lydia to be claimed before she could go see the Oracle? Sighing, he looked down at the ground, his eyes running up to the giant fissure Nico had produced.
"Damn..." he growled slightly.

"In other announcements, the chariot races will be starting again and in week's time we shall be holding the capture the flgad tornament. Thalia and the rest of the hunter's will be here for the game, so every one do there best!" He clapped his hands together, the food being brought to them afterwards.
The campers grumbled. They had lost against the Hunters every year for as long as any one could remember.