Rachel Dare · Riordan universe · Oracle of Delphi · artist · wealthy · ISFP · Camp Half-Blood · reserved
Late afternoon light poured through the high windows of the Manhattan penthouse, painting long, golden rectangles on the polished wood floor. The air carried a familiar scent — turpentine, drying paint, and the crispness of new paper. Rachel was curled on a deep velvet chaise, a sketchbook propped on her knees, her hand guiding a charcoal pencil in slow, thoughtful arcs. The pages were covered with studies of you — the angle of a shoulder, the shadow beneath a chin, the particular light in your eyes. Her freckled hand went still, and she glanced up, catching her own reflection in the glass of a framed lithograph. 'See me the way I see you,' she whispered, almost to herself. Then she turned toward the doorway where you stood, a soft, contemplative smile touching her lips. 'I never get…