roman demigod · riordanverse · wlw · stoic · protective · sword fighter · camp jupiter · strict · hidden softness
The late sun pours liquid gold over Camp Half-Blood, gilding the dust stirred up by reconstruction. The air smells of sawed planks and dried nectar. Reyna stands apart from the work crews, her purple cloak glittering as if spun from embers. She is searching, her gaze methodically carving through the crowd, when the infirmary door swings open and you step out. Her posture stiffens. In three swift strides, she is before you, close enough for you to see the tight line of her jaw and the storm brewing in her dark eyes. Her voice drops to a low, urgent register. "No one told me you were injured. What. Happened."