Names of the faithless (OPEN)

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Bianni looked around the place she was in. Hobbies were all good and nice and she adored music. She had once upon a time known a bard much like herself with a keen interest in learning as many songs as possible. Bia looked out over the vast expanse, seeing it's emptiness reflected in the moonlight which shone down on the amphitheatre. Step by step, her feet bare and touching the imperfections on the stone steps, she walked forward. Silently and without noise she reached the centre of the theatre. Softly raised her voice in song, longing for the youth she'd missed. "Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green..." The old lulleby still circled within her head as the words her mother used to sing to her before she went to sleep as a child. "When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen." The empty promise of love in a royal household. Nobles more often married for advantage. She was the legitimate child of her mother and a man of noble birth. An heir of a Roman Goddess had messed around with a Greek goddess. Her existence was met with disapproval from all angles. None here knew who she truly was. None would know unless Avander came to her, joined her. She missed the boy and longed for his company, now more than ever. She felt silent, running one hand through her flaming red hair as she stood there, staring into the nothingness of night. Her eyes lifted upward toward the moon. She still remembered the news her father had given her before she'd departed. She was but one of two children that had been born. Kyra, her twin sister, had died before truly entering life. The pain and sadness had left her father overprotective. Now finally he had dared to let her wander the world alone. Only Avander now watched out for her, by order of her father. 

Who was she in the world? She would train to acquire skills alone, for she had nothing to settle with the Romans. She belonged in neither of both worlds. Bia shook her head slightly and seated herself upon one of the benches, looking as she retrieved a small trinket from her pocket. A letter she had desired to give Avander before she'd left. A letter of apology for her actions. She'd ignored him and shut him out because he had scared her. He had kept her safe but put himself in danger in order to do so. It was something that haunted her, the idea of losing him. She twisted the envelope in her hands, watching it as if it would by some form of magic make it's way to the one who had caught her attention. "Be safe my friend..." The young girl softly said before pocketing the letter once more. She would see chance to give it to him. That was part of who she was. She would always find a way.

Now with the silence of the night pressing down upon the camp the young girl was left to her thoughts and troubles. She wanted a good future for herself but found more worries in her means of getting there than comfort in the thought of it. Those without faith would never last within a war. Those that made empty promises would suffer or find themselves alone. Traitors or neglect? It was a matter that was left open to discussion. At times she felt alone within the world but perhaps there would be one to capture her attention once again. In the spirit of wishful thinking, Caiomhe pulled a small candle and a match from her pocket and set it down in the exact centre of the circular structure. She lit it calmly and sat upon her knees before the small fire. "To mother and sister." She said as she retrieved a small square piece of paper from her pocket. "I love you both. Keep careful watch over my father and Avander and Sovelisse, please? Goddess be kind to him, for he has already suffered greatly. You have my loyalty mother, I promise you that. I will do as I can to make both you and father proud." She swore and held the piece of paper in the fire, burning them and watching the paper crumble. "Carry my words and feelings to those they belong to. I pray to you, mother, stay close to our hearts. I need your guidance." She said. She never blew out the candle, leaving the small guiding light on for comfort and guidance. She never knew for sure if her mother listened to her whenever she prayed to the Goddess, but it was the only deity that held her love and loyalty. Well perhaps Concordia as well, as she was shaped from that Goddess as well. It was just a dangerous thing to admit in the middle of a camp of Greeks. It mattered little though, for she knew she had no place in this world. If she wanted one, she had to build it for herself. It was that simple. She sat then and waited, what for she did not know. Perhaps for somebody to break her silent thoughts to spoken words into the night. Or maybe for the dawn to call her forward again, back to the daily life which she had little interest in. It was not her place after all. 

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Jasper Stone was sitting in the corner of the amphitheater's stage, out of view. He'd brought his guitar here, as it was a time of the day when the amphitheater was usually deserted. It provided a time for the son of Apollo to escape from the busy, crowded life of camp, and be alone with music to keep him company. He'd always been one to enjoy being alone. It wasn't that he was a loner; he had plenty of friends at camp, and loved hanging out with them, but sometimes Jasper liked to get away from it all.

Music always helped him with this. Being the son of a music god, Jasper had some musical talents. He was quite skilled with his electric guitar, a custom Gibson Les Paul, which could morph into a light axe. The sleek black guitar was a gift from his father, a being that Jasper had only spoken to once, not that he wasn't grateful for the one chat he'd ever had with his dad. A lot of demigods had never even seen their parents, let alone speak to them. Jasper's father was a nice guy and all, but he was pretty sure the god would get along a lot better with his friend Flint, who was more outgoing and talkative. That mattered little to Jasper however, as he doubted he'd be seeing his dad any time soon.

He was playing the tune to Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. It was a song about shrugging off whatever negative feelings are weighing you down, and triumphing over them. Waking up, as they say. It was a song that Jasper listened to when ge needed inspiration, or when he felt down. But today he only played it for fun.
It was during the chorus that he saw a girl approach, singing what sounded like a lullaby. She had a nice voice, but Jasper wasn't sure if she was one of his sisters, who had voices gifted from Apollo. He hadn't seen her in his cabin, so perhaps she wasn't his sister at all. Or perhaps she was new. Or, and this was the least likely possibility, she'd been living in the cabin for a while and Jasper hadn't been paying enough attention to see her.

He stopped playing when she neared. The girl seemed to be at peace, similar to himself. Perhaps they could both go about their own business without disturbing one another. Jasper plugged his headphones into the amp he was using, so that the girl wouldn't hear his instrument playing. He continued playing when he saw the girl had a candle lighting, and was saying something to it. Perhaps she was trying to summon someone... Or something. Jasper muted his headphones and listened closely, but the girl was speaking to quietly for him to hear. She hadn't noticed him yet, so Jasper went back to playing, using the instrument as though it were an extension to his body. Part of him.