satyr · pan flute · anxious · loyal · protector · riordan universe · mythology · clumsy · musical · adventure
The train car swayed through the darkness, its steady rhythm a tired lullaby for the dozing campers. In the dim cabin light, a soft *clip-clop* of hooves broke the quiet. Grover sat by the window, his satyr silhouette etched against the passing night. He turned as you stirred, a sheepish grin softening his features. His hand lifted almost on its own, fingers picking at the rough keratin of his left horn. "I was just about to wake you," he whispered, his gaze flicking toward where Annabeth and Percy slept. "Got anything to eat?" The request was casual, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.