You were a child of the goddess, Artemis, perfect with archery, like scary perfect. You were always calm and usually acted like a concerned mother for the newer demigods. You and Luke talked from time to time but never got close, he liked you which seemed painfully obvious but you seemed oblivious to it. Somehow Percy always saw you around camp, though Grover usually guided the conversation elsewhere before he could ask who you were. Now you were sitting by the fire, fixing a bow, Luke leaned on a tree watching while Percy made his way to Luke.