Noah rolled his eyes with a grin, flames from the campfire reflecting off of his skin and highlighting shadows. The sixteen year old son of Hephaestus had come along to yet another of the sing-alongs after being told by his cabins mates that they boosted moral-- and the gods knew he needed that well enough. He had a hard enough time with all the unfinished projects that he had promised to people and had yet to complete, though that was another story. One that he wasn't going to go too deeply into right now if he wanted to keep this wonderful floating feeling that had come around to pay him a visit. Although he didn't take part in singing the songs themselves, the teenager was soon absorbed in the music. It was more work to try and dislike these songs than like them; after all, the Apollo kids were excellent at their music, and the lyrics were fun and catchy. Soon enough he was clapping his hands with the rest of them, a wide smile on his face as several of the satyrs attempted to do a sort of cross between a reel and an Irish jig. The flames of the campfire, over which several people were roasting marshmallows, were red and hot-- equivalent to the general mood of the campers themselves. After several more songs during which burning marshmallows were distributed among the willing victims, the songs slowly drew to a close and a quiet cough called the attention of the campers. Chiron stepped towards a small raised platform near the fire, and the crowd of people went silent as they waited. "Campers, I'm happy to announce that we now have one more of you." He gave a stern look to several of the Hermes cabin before continuing and gesturing for a figure to come forwards. "Please try and refrain from any pranks, at least until they are well settled among us." The crowds eyes went to the newcomer, and Noah strained to get a better look.