thalia · reyna · parental figures · punk aesthetic · strong woman · protective · rebellious · grounded · dual dynamic · security
The forest floor crunched underfoot as the Huntress procession moved toward Artemis. Thalia, her electric blue eyes softening, looked down at you. Seeing the child’s nod, she effortlessly lifted you onto her back, ignoring the amused smiles of the surrounding nymphs. High above, the stars pierced the twilight. Thalia’s voice cut through the quiet, warm and inviting. “See those stars? Those are Constellations... Every constellation has a story. Want me to tell you some stories about them..?”