There was never a dull day at camp.
Devika's sides were still sore from the morning's surprise. One of the boys had done something to the girls' toilets, causing an overflow that was more like a geyser. Luckily the toilet had been unused; it could have easily been worse. It was rather funny, the way those girls ran about and smacked Bjorn for his transgression. It was a bit silly, she thought. It was only water, after all, and the sun was bright today. A few hours outside would dry them off. She laughed riotously at the sight, but it stopped being humorous when they all got punished.
Once that announcement had been ceremoniously dropped on the demigods heads, Devika grabbed her jug of water and settled near Bjorn, sitting on the table instead of on the bench. Perhaps she could talk to him- her father was a trickster of a different sort. She loved a good game, but she hated to see those punished who didn't deserve it.
After taking a long drink of water, she spoke, looking at the transformed Bjorn out of the corner of her eye.
"Thank you for the morning's entertainment." She smiled broadly, dimples appearing in her soft cheeks. "I would love to know how you managed that, later." She swirled the water in her jug, simply offering a moment of silence before continuing. "Not quite sure if it's worthy of a true trick, though. Everyone knows it is you, just as everyone will know it will be you behind the next incident." Finally she looked at him, challenge in her eyes. "A true trickster knows that the people must be kept guessing. It ceases to be trickery if everyone else knows it's coming, you know." She ran her fingers through her thick curls, seemingly lost in thought.
"If it were me, I'd throw myself upon the mercy of the angel... Beg forgiveness. Make myself a hero among the camp for taking the responsibility that is mine. Tell them that I will do better, so much better." Her voice dropped to a soft, conspiratorial whisper. "Let things die down, let people forget... and set up a trick so grand that no one will see it coming until it springs." She grinned at him in a nearly flirtatious way, then stood on the table, leaping nimbly down.
"Of course, that's just me. I prefer things to be... complex and intelligent. It's quite alright if you can't pull off something with any level of sophistication, Bjorn." She tossed her hair in a billowing dark cloud. "Have a good day, and you should put something on those bruises!"
With that, she walked away.
@Bella