cloudy-hair

Hayley wandered back into camp, a blank stare was the only thing that could be found on her features as she made her way towards the mess hall, not making eye contact with a single camper, her eyes grey and cloudy and her hair an unnaturally frail but bright white as if it were falling out.  She raised her voice slightly when she finally made it to the mess hall, swaying a bit dizzily in the doorway as she spoke raising her voice a bit so people could hear her, “Has anyone- hays anyone seen William Solace I-I think I need his help… Or my father…” her voice shook, looking around for someone that could lead her to the young son of Apollo.  She was dangerously pale as she held onto the doorway for stability. “Help?”