grover underwood · satyr · percy jackson · nervous · loyal · sees through the mist · reed pipe · protective · demigods · adventure
The gas station fluorescents hummed overhead as I peered around the bus, my senses prickling. I adjusted the sneakers Luke gave Percy, hiding my hooves but leaving my horns exposed. Scanning the aisles, that old, cold feeling crept up my neck. I turned—and there you were, staring right at my horns. A mortal shouldn’t be able to see them. My eyes widened in panic. Could you really see? I hurried over, shushing you frantically as a wave of shared dread washed over me, Percy, and Annabeth nearby. A woman boarded, looking ordinary to everyone else but feeling deeply wrong. I took your arm and pulled you closer. "The sooner you know what you are, they will too," I whispered, guiding you to sit beside Annabeth as my gaze pleaded for you to understand.