My minis haven't been featured on the blog much, so I thought it might be fun to do a little photoshoot with them. Also, I wanted to test out the "portrait" mode on my camera, and I thought they might be good little subjects for it.
Anyway, I took a bunch of pictures, and I'm really proud of them. Enjoy!
I hope you enjoyed looking at these pictures; I'm super proud of them. Thanks for reading!
Oh, and happy Memorial Day! I'm giving a big thank you to those who died serving our country.
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Monday, May 30, 2016
Sunday, May 29, 2016
The group home lobby was noisy and crowded, and Aevlia could hear no less than four kids complaining about how they couldn't find their luggage.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Weston was trying to organize everyone into groups for which vans they would be riding to camp in. As the four white vans pulled up in front of the building, she reminded the children to check that they had all their things. The older kids checked their bags and the younger ones, who had all gathered as well to see the big kids off, looked more than slightly miffed.
Aevlia looked down- new overnight bag with purple handles and a butterfly, packed with clothes and a toothbrush and other necessities? Check. Jellyroll made up of her blue mattress pad, plaid blanket, and blue pillow? Check.
She turned to her Arden friends.
"Okay," Lico said somberly.
"Aw, cheer up," said Aevlia. "It's only a week, you'll be alright. And you'll have fun, remember the trips Mrs. Weston has planned?"
Lico forced a smile. "Bye, Aevlia."
"Bye, Lico!" Aevlia had to yell, because the mass of camp-bound kids was moving out the door.
And Aevlia shouldered her bag, and looked ahead.
"Sit down already!" someone yelled at Aevlia.
After a few minutes, the chaperones started the vans up, and the eleven-and-ups of the Esther Bridgely Home for Children were off to camp.
"Hi," Aevlia said back.
"I'm Dylan. From MacIntosh Room."
"I'm Aevlia Arden. I think I saw your name on the sign-up list!"
"Hey, what's your name?" Aevlia asked the girl, who was looking at a book.
"Sylvie. Hunter." She went back to her book. Not the talkative type, Aevlia thought. The girl, Sylvie, didn't seem mean, just quiet.
Then Dylan pulled something glossy and colorful out of his pocket. A camp brochure! Smooth and unwrinkled, unlike the ones that had been at Mrs. Weston's desk.
"Where did you get that?" Aevlia asked, and Sylvie looked over too. Dylan just winked and unfolded the brochure to look at it.
It suddenly struck Aevlia that she didn't actually know the name of the camp. Mrs. Weston hadn't ever mentioned it, and Aevlia hadn't looked too closely at the brochures when she had signed up. She tried to look over Dylan's shoulder at his brochure.
She hadn't realized that she had spoken aloud until Dylan said, "Yeah, that's what they call it. Camp Lirii Hollow." He had pronounced it differently than she had. Dylan had said leer-eye, while Aevlia had said it like lurr-ee. He seemed to know more about it than she did, though, so she went with his way.
"Sure is a funny name," Sylvie commented. "Lirii. Is that, like, some Native American tribe?"
"Actually, it says the story right here on the back," said Dylan, turning around the brochure. He began to read, "Camp Lirii Hollow is set back in the wilderness, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. We are located on nearly 55 acres of beautiful forested land. The camp's name comes from the legend of the Lirii, a small band of elf-like humanoid creatures that protect the environment and supposedly live in the area, watching over the camp. Although Lirii are not real, the legend nevertheless lives on in the name and the spirit of the camp, and we hope to continue enjoying the land for years to come."
"Neat," said Aevlia. "Little creatures watching over the camp."
"They're not real or anything," Dylan said, "but, yeah, I guess it is a cool story."
After that, Aevlia, Dylan, and Sylvie were quiet for the rest of the two-hour ride, finding themselves with nothing else to say.
The van lurched as it climbed onto an unpaved gravel road, if you could even call it that. Sylvie awoke, and a gang of rowdy boys in the back of the van yelled, "Wah!" at every bump, which meant about every second,
Mrs. Weston talked to the kids about good behavior, and the pickup plans, and everything else that they probably already knew. Then she talked to the teenage counselor running the camp check-in desk. "These are the group home kids?" the counselor asked, flipping her long braid over her shoulder.
"Yep," Mrs. Weston nodded.
"Good. Do you have all the paperwork we sent you?"
Mrs. Weston handed a thick white binder to the counselor, who looked through it and nodded. "Now if you'll just have the kids come up one by one and tell their names and ages, we'll get them signed in in a jiffy."
Mrs. Weston herded the excited kids into a line,
Marie drifted away, and now it was Aevlia's turn.
"Aevlia Arden, twelve."
Bree flipped through a battered, bright-orange binder and nodded. "Perfect. You'll be in Cabin 3." The counselor pointed to a bare-wood cabin with a sign announcing, "Cabin 3 is the best!"
Aevlia grabbed her stuff and headed for Cabin 3. "Oh, I will."
I hope you enjoyed it! And hopefully the title makes a little more sense now, though it will make even more sense later. The plot hasn't taken off much yet, but it will get weirder, I promise!
Comment with what you think will happen at camp!