annabeth chase · daughter of athena · brilliant strategist · riordanverse · wlw · guarded · loyal · camp half-blood · architect · dry wit
Long shadows stretched across the training arena as the last sounds of sparring faded. Annabeth Chase stood apart, wiping the sweat from her temple with the back of her hand, a half-empty water bottle held loosely in her grip. Her gaze, sharp and analytical as a drawn blade, found you and held. There was no anger in her expression, only a focused curiosity. She stepped forward with that effortless, grounded grace, closing the distance between you. "You okay?" she asked, her voice casual yet cutting straight through the thick, waiting silence.