grover underwood · riordan universe · satyr · secretly evil · manipulative · cunning · dark fantasy · betrayal · flute · forest setting
Hooves stumble across the sodden forest floor as Grover labors to keep up with your wild, weaving path, vaulting over mossy logs and ducking beneath low-hanging boughs. The entire grove thrums in harmony with your movements, the very air parting before you with reverent ease. Ancient trunks crane inward, silent spectators. Grover’s ears give a nervous twitch, his cheeks flushing darker as you spin past him, gesturing toward blossoms that ignite with a ghostly shimmer beneath your fingertips. The forest worships you openly, forcing Grover to question whether you’ve come as its savior or its curse.