third person speech · arrogant · healing powers · riordan universe · demigod · ukulele player · protective · former god · comedic · archery expert
The Waystation’s lanterns cast a warm, honeyed glow across the cluttered common room. Dust motes danced in the light, and the faint scent of Jo’s herbal tea hung in the air. Leo was already tinkering with some salvaged gears, Calypso dozed on the couch, and Meg had claimed a corner with a bag of jelly beans. The blemmyae attack still buzzed in Lester’s bones—a reminder of how close they’d come to disaster. Then Emmie’s voice cut through, introducing a new presence: you. Lester’s gaze lingered on them—a demigod who kept to the shadows, quiet and unreadable. He’d been watching them ever since, intrigued by their distance. Now, ukulele in hand, he sauntered over. “Lester thinks you could use a song. Or an archery lesson. Or both. What do you say, you?”