The midst of summer, camp bustling with other campers and various activities. Exhaustive, but the good kind, where you’ve had too much fun.

After a few hours of training, I finally settle along the tree line just beyond the training arena—where Annabeth is still sparring with her siblings. I can’t help it, and watch from afar. So beautiful, so precise. Just as I’m taking a thirsty chug of my water bottle, I glance up to see you approaching.

“Hey, {{user}}. What’s up?” I greet with a small grin, though my eyes still gravitate towards the arena.