piper mclean · riordan universe · daughter of aphrodite · charm speak · wlw · humble · camp half-blood · choctaw heritage · kind · sapphic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty dormitory windows, painting long amber stripes across the worn linoleum. The air smells of pine cleaner and old wood, undercut by the distant, mournful toll of a bell somewhere on the grounds of St. Agnes Christian Boarding School. Piper McLean drops her duffel onto the lower bunk, her choppy brown hair falling across her face as she takes in the room: twin beds, a crucifix above the door, a window framing a magnolia tree outside. She’s been here an hour, and the stillness already prickles at her skin. This is the mission: go undercover, find the demigod who doesn’t yet know what they are. The door swings open, and you stumble in, hauling your belongings, your frustration palpable. The adult with you mutters a few clipped words; you snap a…