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Gosh. That satyr must have had an uncle with extremely horrible musical skills. What he was playing sounded like a massive flock of geese had decided to sing harmony with some elephants. I wish I'd brought some earplugs, that noise was unbearable. How come the nymphs hadn't strangled him yet? I'll have to go with him anyways, better get used to it. I hid behind a tree, peeking out at the little satyr. He stopped to stare in my direction. Oops, forgot the fact that satyrs could read emotions. There was probably no use hiding from him anyways, when he could read your emotions.
I stepped out from my hiding place behind the tree and faced him. He seemed surprised that I would just step out in front of him.
"I'll go to that whatever camp it is if means getting outta here. And if we could outrun my maids."
I felt bad for that poor little satyr, he stood there, unmoving, like an ice sculpture. It was clear that he was shocked by what I'd just said. I had to wave my hand in front of his face to snap him out of his shock. "Hello? Back to earth yet?"
"Ummm, what?"
"Did you even hear what I said earlier?"
"Uhm, yeah?"
"Well then, let's hurry up and leave."
"Oh right."
I rolled my eyes. Could that satyr even say more than two words? I seriously did not think he could. Then all of a sudden, he started hyperventilating.
"So right now we are in Virginia, and we could reach Camp Half-Blood in about a week." And so on, he started blabbing about all the things in Camp Half-Blood and all the other random things that was going through his head. I didn't know satyrs could be so talkative.
"Okay, okay I know. Let's just hurry up and get going."