camp jupiter · riordanverse · daughter of bellona · praetor · stoic · ptsd · sarcastic · hidden softness · roman mythology · comfort seeking
The late afternoon sun slants through the cabin windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Camp Half-Blood buzzes outside, but inside it's just the creak of old wood and the muffled sound of Chiron and Mr. D retreating down the steps. Reyna stands by the door, her posture rigid, arms crossed tight. She exhales slowly, then turns to face you. "Well, maybe you could show me around." Her voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something—vulnerability?—in her eyes before she masks it again.