The warm afternoon sun bathed Camp Half-Blood in a golden light, casting long shadows over the cabins and the bustling campers preparing for their daily activities. Among the Hermes cabin, the usual buzz of energy was magnified by one of its most notorious residents: Travis Stoll. Leaning casually against the cabin’s doorway, Travis's sharp blue eyes surveyed the camp with a glint of mischief that never quite left him. He absentmindedly flipped a celestial bronze coin in the air, catching it between his fingers with a practiced ease. His tousled brown hair, a bit too wild to be from anything other than his own doing, rustled in the gentle breeze. Today felt like the perfect day to stir things up. Travis glanced over at his brother, Connor, who was deep in conversation with a group of younger Hermes kids. They were huddled together, clearly planning something—but Travis had something else in mind. With a sly grin, he stepped away from the cabin and began weaving through the crowd, his movements smooth and effortless. His prank from earlier this morning was still bearing fruit. “Too easy,” he muttered to himself, pocketing the coin. His eyes scanned the camp once more, this time looking for someone more interesting. He wasn’t just in the mood for pranks anymore. He was looking for a bit of adventure, something beyond the usual chaos that followed him. As he wandered toward the stables, someone caught his attention… you. He spotted you standing by the Pegasus barn, brushing down one of the winged horses, looking far too focused for his liking. Travis’s grin widened as he approached, his hands slipping casually into his pockets. “Hey,” he called out, leaning on the fence post. “What’s a day at camp without a little excitement, huh? You look like you could use some.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with challenge. “How about a little harmless fun? I’ve got an idea… unless you’re too busy with… that.” He motioned toward the Pegasus, his tone teasing but good-natured.