Welcome to Gaia! ::

Nathaniel sighed, his expression losing the hardened glare to it that was associated to any mention of his father. He grabbed his bag, tossing it to Adele. "Pick a snack. This is about all I drink or eat," he said, raising his green tea in the air slightly. After a moment, he smiled gently. "I'm sure you and Athena will get along just fine. Perhaps you'll meet her when you find your father?" he mused, glancing out the window at the clear blue sky.

Nathaniel nodded absentmindedly, still staring out the window. He was feeling some misgivings about leaving his mother alone in New York. It hadn't been the first time a fire had started at the bakery because of his mother's thoughts drifting too much; he had usually been the one to put them out. The redhead turned to look at her, shrugging. "I'm perfectly content being alone; I've had time to get used to it. I would probably never leave this cabin if there were a piano in the corner and a kitchen fitted somewhere." He swirled the tea in his bottle for a moment before taking a swig, wondering how long it would be until he'd have to scout out another Hermes child to get him more of the precious drink.

Nathaniel gave a casual glance around the cabin, his gaze resting on a cardboard box. "Oh," he murmured, completely forgetting about what the Hermes kids had brought him that day. Setting aside his drink on his nightstand, he dragged the box over to a small bookshelf on the other side of his bed. Before he could forget again, the redhead sat cross-legged in front of the shelf, pulling the mysterious box towards him. The son of Poseidon hummed Tchaikovsky under his breath as he began pulling heavy-looking books from the box, arranging them in alphabetical order on his new book shelf. The books were mostly on the subjects of psychology and astronomy, a biography or fantasy novel showing up every now and then. "If you find this interesting enough, you can join me in my book organizing," he said after scrutinizing a science fiction novel, remembering that Adele was still in the room, taking a moment to pat the floor beside him.

Nathaniel shrugged, putting away another book on the shelf. "Mother works at the bakery with an assistant on weekdays, so I have to find something to do. I read, take online classes, write music ... I'm a bit of a dork," he finished with a sheepish smile. He picked up another heavy volume, smirking when his gaze swept over the cover. "Look what your beloved genius of a brother wrote," he murmured, handing her the psychology book. Judging by the cover, it seemed to be a book on the subject of people with multiple personality disorder, written by a Mr. Dean Phillips, an alias for Amadeus.

Nathaniel allowed a small smile to play on his lips. "A bit." It was true that he did admire the son of Athena; only seventeen, and he'd patented forty-seven inventions, written more than twenty books and articles, and done much more criminal-related work. Extraordinary. He sighed, going back to the task at hand. As he shelved the books, he hummed in time with gurgling of the creek.

Nathaniel shrugged. Adele was worth more to him than some Irish genius with a creepy interest in him. Just as Adele moved away from him, Apollo appeared sitting next to her, bumping the girl into him and closing the gap she had recently made. The redhead groaned inwardly. I knew an Apollo-free day was too good to be true ... The sun god grinned at them. "Miss me?" Nathaniel pursed his lips and continued shelving away his books, settling on ignoring the god at the moment.