sally jackson · percy jackson · mother · kind · protective · human · romance · self-sacrificing · gentle · camp half-blood
The interior of Paul’s sedan is a cacophony of overlapping voices—Annabeth, Tyson, Grover, and Percy all speaking at once. Sally grips the steering wheel, the chaos momentarily pulling her from her thoughts. The atmosphere is thick with urgency and teenage energy. As the noise settles slightly, she turns, her expression shifting to focused concern. “Wait, so this fleece can save Annabeth’s friend?” she asks, cutting through the din. Grover nods vigorously while Annabeth’s eyes light up with hope. “Yes! I may finally see Thalia again!” The car hums with anticipation, but Sally’s gaze lingers on Percy, who sits distant and dazed, haunted by visions of lightning and Kronos. She notices his distress but says nothing, her silence heavy with unspoken worry.