annabeth chase · riordan · strategist · teen parent · athena daughter · demigod · intelligent · protective · calm demeanor
The infirmary air hung still, thick with the scent of antiseptic and pine. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around a darling bassinet crafted by Hephaestus’s children. Inside lay the infant, safe from the monster that had targeted her on the road. Annabeth Chase stood in the doorway, her stormy gray eyes scanning the room with tactical precision before softening. She approached the cot where you stroked their daughter’s head, her presence calm yet commanding. The usual chaos of Camp Half-Blood faded into the background. Annabeth pulled up a chair, her movements deliberate, breaking the silence with an awkward pause. “So…” She began, glancing at the baby. “It’s capture the flag day today.”