This is where both Greek and Roman Demi-gods can mingle without any problems. 

Ali walked into the dining aria humming to herself, she was dressed in black skinny jeans that had paint splashed on them leading down to black converse with holes in them revealing her bright yellow socks, she was also wearing a pink shirt with 'Demi-Gods rock' written on it in neon green, finishing the look off with a black leather coat that was down to her calves, she trailed her fingers over the table tops as she wondered among them feeling who they belonged too each gods table had a different feel, Ares for example felt like steel and war, where as Hades felt like death and fire, she wandered around for a while before taking at seat at her fathers table.

Ali stared at the food tapping her chin with a finger as she decided what she wanted to eat. She pulled a plate forward placing some salad on it, before pulling forward a bowl of fruit salad, happy she had what she wanted she dug into her salad, looking around avidly between bites of food, she wondered where the others were there was usually more people around. She

Sakarra makes her way into the dining area with a small frown creasing her forehead as she peers at a letter in her hands. Not even gone that long yet and already the Tribe needs her assistance; who knew being a leader was such hard work? Well, actually, Sakarra has been aware of that since she was named the Wise Woman instead of her sister, but still. Frustrated, Sakarra folds the letter and stuffs it into her satchel, making a mental note to Iris message her mother later about the situation, as she turns her attention to the room she is in. This place is dead, she thinks to herself. This is nothing like it was ten years ago when she was last here. Then the mixed dining area had been packed all the time, even despite the hatred and mistrust between Greeks and Romans.

Sakarra shakes her head and makes her way among the tables, not needing that 'pull' the tables give or her Sight to remember which table belongs to her mother's children. She smiles at the other girl there as she passes and takes a seat, making herself a plate of fruits and deciding on a piece of chicken. Seeing the other girl makes her feel a bit better since Sakarra does not like being anywhere alone after the titan war years ago.

Ali watched the other girl as she walked into the dining area, wondering who she was and who her parent was. Realizing that she had been staring at the girl for almost 10 minutes without looking away, she ducked her head and concentrated on eating her food and getting back to her bunks she was getting more and more tired with every moment, before she could help it she lay her head on her arm carefully avoiding her food before falling to sleep, she projected her dreams of dancing fruit around her so that anyone could see it. Watermelon did a tango while the grapes cha-cha'd.

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Sakarra notices the girl watching her, but being used to stares and looks it does not bother her. She gazes around between bites as she chews her food slowly, and her eyes go to the girl who had been watching her. She cannot help but laugh a little when the girl falls asleep; seeing then that the girl's dreams were being projected, she wonders if she should wake the girl up and get her to her cabin. I mean, she's only dreaming of fruit, but... Sakarra knows how younger people can be,a nd they can taunt anyone for the tiniest thing. You never know when an innocent dream can turn into a nightmare or something more personal. She nods to herself as she makes a decision. Pushing her plate away, Sakarra stands and makes her way over to the other table.

Sakarra keeps her distance - who would be dumb enough to get within attacking range when waking another demigod? - and pulls some water from a pitcher to splash the girl. "Hey!" she calls as she lets the water drop on the girl, "Wake up!"

"Ahh!" Ali screamed, jumping up as she was drenched with water. "How dare you!" She snaps at the other girl, glaring at the other girl, why had she dumped water on her she wondered shaking the water from her hair, waving her hand to get rid of the dreams that were floating around her head, swatting them away till only smoke remained. "What the hell did you that for?" She asked shaking her head again some of the wet hair stuck to her face, she pushed it away, before fixing her hair up into a pony tail. "What business is it of yours if I sleep here?"

Sakarra resists rolling her eyes at the girl's dramatic reaction, but she cannot help as another small chuckle comes out. "I'm so sorry," she says sincerely, "I didn't want to get too close to wake you up - demigods usually have weapons on them, after all - so I opted for the waterworks." Giving a quick twist and flick of her wrist, she pulled as much of the water from the girl as she could and sent it flying from the dining area. I hope I didn't hit anyone else, she blinks at the afterthought.

"Your sleeping here isn't really any of my business, but looking out for the well being of others is," Sakarra tells the girl with a shrug of her shoulders, "Others will be showing up soon. And your dreams at some point were going to turn darker, possibly more personal than a watermelon doing the tango... I thought I should wake you before that happened."

"Huh." Ali said crossing her arms across her chest glaring at the girl again, slightly glad that they girl had taken the water away but since it was her fault in the first place it lessened her gratitude. "It's not like that would happen, my father and grandfather are dream controllers and even asleep I don't ever dream out loud if you will about something that is horrific for me, but I suppose you were just looking out for me so I guess that I can forgive you, but if you ever ever drench me in water again you will have nightmares for the rest of your life."

Sakarra can not help but truly laugh out loud at the girl's threat. When she stops, covering her mouth over the remaining giggles until they subside, she meets the girl's eyes and says sincerely, a smile still gracing her lips even as her eyes show the constant grief and pain from her gifts, "I've lived with nightmares my entire life, asleep and awake. But I promise to not pour water on you again."

She holds out her hand, somewhat self conscious over her tribal tattoos circling her fingers up to her wrists but Sakarra mentally shrugs the feeling off. She's used to questions and looks over them, and she honestly doubts this girl will care to ask about them. She introduces herself, "I'm Sakarra, daughter of Salacia."

Ali cocks her head to the side watching Sakarra. "Huh, That sucks." She tells her succinctly, eyeing her hand for a moment wondering what she wanted, before she realized that she wanted her to shake her hand, she blushed lightly shaking her hand before pulling back. "Uhh Ali, Daughter of Somnus, Legacy of Hypnos and Thanatos." She says looking at her hand really hard after realizing that she had a tattoo, you didn't see many around camp. "Cool tat, I have a dragon all down my back, I got the god of Tattoo's to do it so it moves all around my body which is funny let me tell you especially when dating a mortal and the tattoo keeps moving."

"That must be hard to hide, even with the Mist," Sakarra comments, feeling a rush of relief at the girl's reaction to her tattoos. She traces the swirls on her hands, "I have these on both hands, from my feet going up my legs and across my back. Their tribal; I earn more with each experience I have, whether personal or as the Tribal leader and each spot and symbol represents the life experience." She takes a seat at the girl's table and asks, "How long ago did you get yours? Not many demigods get them even now, and it was rarer before the war to see any."

"Totally, which is why I have since stopped sleeping, I mean seeing mortals." She tells her with a wink at her slip. "I got my first 10 years ago when I was 15 but it was a mortal one so it didn't move till Maddox, who is the God of Tattoo's and other stuff by the way, decided that it was boring and brought it to life, before giving me my dragon, Fifi and others over the next 5 years that we were together for and after we broke up, we stayed friends our relationship wasn't very relationshipy or stable. I have loved tattoo's since I was a child which is why I have 20ish, most of the demigods here are prudes no offence I mean have you ever seen one with piercings? No of course not, I mean how boring, I'm going to get snake bites after I get my 14th piercing in my ear."

"Holy gods, that's a lot of piercings and tattoos!" Sakarra exclaims in shock, though instead of horrifying her, the thought amuses and intrigues her. "And you got them all except your first one from - what did you say his name was? - Maddox?"

She shakes her head, wondering how she hadn't met this girl when she was last here since, from what she says, they are just about the same age. "I never advertised my tattoos or piercings." Sakarra tells her, "Most people are confused enough about our tribe without getting into details of the rituals and dealing with their comments. You're right, most of them are usually prudes. So I thought I was the only one who had them!"

Ali blushed lightly at her exclamation. "Yeah, Maddox could make it so they healed straight away and didn't hurt, so I kind of got addicted to it, it was much easier to get them from Maddox because they didn't hurt and healed straight away." She tells her with a grin. "I can totally hook you up with him if you want more." She tells her with a wink. "I always do, I mean it's my body and my choice plus I love scaring the prudes, It's even funnier to watch them loose their minds when the tattoo's start moving."

"You're not the only one who has them, I know a few people around camp that have at least one and most of the gods have some, don't tell anyone I told you that, Mad's will kill me if it get's back to the other gods!" She says her eyes going wide and she paled at the thought Maddox told her not to tell anyone because he wasn't supposed to tell her.

"Who am I going to tell?" Sakarra asks the girl with a laugh, "I don't get along with many gods... Just moon goddesses since I'm employed - for lack of a better term - by them." She then shakes her head, "But no thanks to hooking me up. As much as I love tattoos, my entire body is basically reserved for the tribal ones. They have to be done by my predecessor Wise Women or else the meaning is lost." Reaching for a cup and pouring herself a drink, she asks Ali with sincere curiosity since she'd rather have a conversation instead of using her Sight to find things out like she did when she was younger, "So you have a dragon that moves; what other tattoos do you have?"