"Hmph. Taught." Gabe thought with scoff. "Barely been in that camp a day, I haven't been taught a damn thing." It was a thought in reply to what the girl ahead of him (her name was...Liz, apparently, he made a note of that) said. Granted, what he knew of his own abilities were either self taught or egged on by his extended Dryad family (and, as far as he was concerned, he knew quite a bit), but the thought still remained. As far as he knew, they've all been in contact, or at least known of, their divine parents.
All he knew of the Harvest Goddess, was through one half remembered dream, and the stories of worship told by his wood nymph sisters. He was almost certain that the kids in his cabin even knew more than he did (especially Rosa, who just seemed to want him to conform to everything around him, no questions asked) so why did he get the cold shoulder? Why was he neglected?
"Whatever." He managed to shrug the thought away, to avoid losing what little bit of a temper he could control. It wasn't the first time the queries plagued him, and it wouldn't be the last. He turned his neck some to the youngest girl just behind him, mumbling questions to her cat (the cat, in which, seemed to reply back with cat noises) as she took swigs from a large can of a well known energy drink. "What god does she even belong to?" Before he could ask the question aloud, Brandon piped up from the front with his own outlook on the situation.
The Battleborn had a point, for sure, but it only made Gabe wonder if there were any administrative divisions that knew about these things. "You'd think there would be some sort of top-secret government agency of demigods that would deal with these monsters, or something..." The last thing Brandon said made Gabriel smirk though (more of an internal smirk, on the outside it resembled more of a brief lip twitch), as he sort of liked the idea of smashing things up. It was simpler. "Hmp. Smashin' things. I can dig it." He commented shortly, verbally.
All he knew of the Harvest Goddess, was through one half remembered dream, and the stories of worship told by his wood nymph sisters. He was almost certain that the kids in his cabin even knew more than he did (especially Rosa, who just seemed to want him to conform to everything around him, no questions asked) so why did he get the cold shoulder? Why was he neglected?
"Whatever." He managed to shrug the thought away, to avoid losing what little bit of a temper he could control. It wasn't the first time the queries plagued him, and it wouldn't be the last. He turned his neck some to the youngest girl just behind him, mumbling questions to her cat (the cat, in which, seemed to reply back with cat noises) as she took swigs from a large can of a well known energy drink. "What god does she even belong to?" Before he could ask the question aloud, Brandon piped up from the front with his own outlook on the situation.
The Battleborn had a point, for sure, but it only made Gabe wonder if there were any administrative divisions that knew about these things. "You'd think there would be some sort of top-secret government agency of demigods that would deal with these monsters, or something..." The last thing Brandon said made Gabriel smirk though (more of an internal smirk, on the outside it resembled more of a brief lip twitch), as he sort of liked the idea of smashing things up. It was simpler. "Hmp. Smashin' things. I can dig it." He commented shortly, verbally.