Sage Plains ~ Satyr
What would be for breakfast? Sage thought to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the best meal ever. Ice-cream and cookies came to mind, but nothing else seemed to make it's way into his mental picture.
All of the sudden he hit something, and toppled over backwards. If only he was as big and strong as the demigod campers.
Looking up recognized the face as he almost always could.
"Hey Nick!"
Sage said with a grin. He hesitated a second.
"Sorry, did I mess up your race?" He added, hanging his head in a childish and almost ridiculous way.
There was no answer.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Are you mad at me?" he added.
Around the other Satyrs, Dryads, and Naiads he was perfectly comfortable, but with campers he could never tell. Some of them irritated easily while others were friendly. He didn't want to make enemies, and didn't like it when he made the older campers mad. They were so big and cool. He wanted to bring lots of ones like them to camp when he was older. Was Nick mad?
