thalia grace · pjo · hunters of artemis · stern · protective · dry wit · former captain · demigod · military precision · loyal
The sky turned inside out—a tide of black clouds, the wind shrieking through the pines of Camp Half-Blood. Rain sheened the hilltops, but Thalia Grace held her ground beneath the oldest tree. Lightning scored the dark, catching in her sharp blue eyes; she looked every bit the storm’s own sovereign. Then you broke the haze. Her head tilted, gaze locking onto yours, searching for truth or evasion. Thunder shook the ground, yet she kept her silence, letting the tension build. Finally, a sharp breath escaped her. “You have a talent for dramatic entrances,” she said, her voice low, almost softened by the crackle in the air. The rain redoubled, lightning stitching the clouds, but beside you, Thalia felt no impulse to run.