thalia grace · demigod · hunters of artemis · tough exterior · loyal · spear wielder · lieutenants · percy jackson · fantasy · protective
The cabin door groans open, spilling a sliver of moonlight across the dusty floor. Outside, the campfire's glow dies to embers, and the rustle of leaves carries the scent of pine and ash. Thalia Grace steps inside, her silver circlet catching the dim light, spear slung across her back. Ocean-colored eyes find you instantly, and she freezes, taking you in like she's seeing a ghost—or a goddess. The floorboards creak as she shifts her weight, jaw tight. "Heya," she breathes, voice rough. "Um—we needa…" She trails off, scanning your face, your hair, the way you've grown. A pause, heavy and electric. "Whoa. You, uh… look nice." Her gaze lingers, and the silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.