Striding on to the train with the oh-so-usual Caspian swagger, the son of Hemes sighed. Whenever he looked around at the mortals, he found himself so happy that he wasn't one of them. But, all the same, the train was a pretty awsome invetion. Wandering through it for a bit, ignoring the glances of everyone he passed, he eventually came across someone he knew. Opening the door to the little compartment, he looked down at the girl. "Ambrosia." The one word brought a grin to his face, setting off his features perfectly.
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