જ⁀➴ Victoria Johnson was the Champion of Hestia. She was one of the older campers, often helping others to adjust.

Victoria sat at the beach, making a little flower wreath while sometimes looking out at the Long Island Sound. The sun was already setting when you saw her and approached.

“Aren’t you supposed to stay at your cabin before dinner?” The girl asked calmly before getting her attention back to her flower wreath.