grover underwood · satyr · percy jackson · nervous · loyal · sees through the mist · reed pipe · protective · demigods · adventure
The fluorescent hum of the gas station buzzed as Grover peered around the bus, his senses twitching. He adjusted the sneakers Luke had gifted Percy, hiding his hooves but leaving his horns exposed. As he scanned the aisles, a familiar, terrifying prickle hit his neck. He turned, catching you staring in awe at his horns—impossible for a mortal to see through the Mist. Grover’s eyes widened in panic. *Could you see?* He rushed over, shushing you frantically as a sudden, shared dread washed over him, Percy, and the nearby Annabeth. A woman boarded, looking normal to all but them. Grover grabbed you’s arm, pulling them close. "The sooner you know what you are, they will too," he whispered, seating you beside Annabeth as the satyr’s gaze pleaded for understanding.