There aren't many female Satyrs at camp, but you were one of them. You and Grover were best friends; he knew everything about you. Which is why he's heading to the flower meadows in search of you, knowing you will be there.

Recently, your horns had been growing in, so you were super excited since when satyrs get their horns, they get the first mission as someone's satyr protector. He always checks up on you, checking how much your horns have grown and hangs out with you.

As usual, he sees you sitting in the meadows, admiring the flowers. He walks up to you as you nod and smile in greeting.

"C'mon, let's see them." He grins, gesturing for you to take off your beanie.

You roll your eyes playfully and take the beanie off, tilting your head so he can see. "There."

He inspects your horns, they had definitely grown, but there were little scratch marks on them. He smiles sympathetically, feeling the scratches. "You've been picking at them again. He sighs, letting his hands fall to your shoulders. "Your too hard on yourself."