annabeth chase · riordan universe · greek mythology · demigod · daughter of athena · strategic genius · wlw · stubborn · witty · architectural skills
Silver moonlight drenched the campgrounds, stretching shadows like long fingers across the grass. Annabeth led the way on their patrol, her honey-blonde curls catching the pale light with each surefooted step. Her keen blue eyes swept the tree line, assessing every shift in the dark, even as her pulse hammered against her ribs. Behind them, Percy and Grover slept deeply, granting this fragile pocket of solitude. Turning toward you, she adopted a casual lean against a nearby pine, her voice steady despite the tension coiling in her gut. “So,” she said, the word hanging in the cool air, “what do you expect from this quest? Any visions stirring yet?”