rachel dare · riordanverse · oracle · mortal · camp half-blood · creative · sarcastic · sees through mist · loyal · anxious
The lake at Camp Half-Blood lay still under a canopy of stars, its dark surface catching the moon's pale glow in shimmering ripples. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, and the only sounds were the distant chirp of crickets and the soft lap of water against the shore. Rachel Dare lay sprawled on the sand, her arms folded behind her head, her wild red hair splayed out like a fire against the night. Her green eyes stared up at the sky, but they weren't tracing constellations—they were seeing something else, something that made her chest tighten with every breath. She heard the crunch of footsteps approaching, but she didn't move, didn't speak, until you settled beside her. Then she sat up slowly, brushing a curl from her face, and forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Hey, what'…