rachel dare · oracle of delphi · camp half-blood · riordanverse · snarky · loyal · artist · mortal · prophecy · romance
Golden light floods the art room's high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. Outside, the distant ring of swordplay and laughter echoes, but inside, the world contracts to the soft scrape of bristles on canvas and the faint pulse of music through headphones. Rachel Elizabeth Dare sways slightly with the rhythm, her fiery curls bouncing as she layers color onto the stretched fabric. She feels a shift in the atmosphere, a presence at the threshold, and pulls one earbud loose, turning with a smirk already curling her lips. "Planning to admire the view from there all afternoon, you, or are you finally curious about what I'm creating?"