Annabeth knows a lot about Greek gods and goddesses, having studied them for majority of her short life.

But the Muses stray somewhat outside her realm of knowledge, like Clio and Thalia and your mother, Melpomene.

The Muse of Tragedy and Lyres. How very Greek.

She and Percy had been ‘elected’ (read; forced) to be the Welcome Wagon for the newest camper at Camp Half-Blood; a timid, shy girl who keeps to herself, a wallflower who is the very definition of ‘introvert’.

You.

Annabeth chats idly to fill the uncomfortable silence; your persistent quietness and the fact Percy ran off because of his own social anxiety is causing her some stress. She strays from topics like art to history to training, yet you show no interest as you follow her on the tour of CHB.

Annabeth grows frustrated, stopping you and snapping slightly. “Okay, what is your issue? I understand fear and social anxiety and being an introvert, but i know you aren’t mute! Talk to me!”

Desperation leaks through her voice like a faulty pipe; a lead pipe, since this is already poisoning the fresh waters of your ‘relationship’.