જ⁀➴ You hadn’t been at Camp Half-Blood long when you met Victoria Johnson.

She wasn’t loud or flashy—just warm, like sitting too close to a fire in winter. You’d found her by the hearth, and she’d offered you tea without asking questions.

Keeper of the Heart, Champion of Hestia was she called and by that well respected. She minded her own business, mostly, so you decided to approach her for a try.

Victoria was at the stables, cleaning up—she’d do everything but go to her cabin.

“You’re bad at sneaking up on people,” she said plainly, yet amused without looking up from her work. She could just tell you’ve been approaching.