ELYSIAN ~ PJO

I Become Supreme Lady Of The Bathroom

Once I got over the fact that my Latin teacher was a horse, we had a nice tour, with Annabeth who didn't shut up about the architectural designs, I didn't know why but I was glad I at least had someone my age who wasn't treating me like garbage.

I was careful not to walk behind him, as Annabeth walked beside me. I'd done pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day  Parade a few times, and, I'm sorry, I did not trust Chiron's back end the way I trusted his front.

We passed the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed to the minotaur horn I was carrying. Another said, "That's her, she's cute."

Most of the campers were older than me. Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I wasn't normally shy, but the way they stared at me made me uncomfortable. I felt like they were expecting me to do a flip or something.

I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I'd realized—four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something caught my eye, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable.  Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I got the distinct impression I was being watched.
"What's up there?" I asked Chiron.
He looked where I was pointing, and his smile faded. "Just the attic."
"Somebody lives there?"

"Oh, that's where the..."  Annabeth had started...

"No," Chiron said with finality. "Not a single living thing."
I frowned at him then looked towards Annabeth 'Later.' she mouthed.

But I was also sure something had moved that curtain. "Come along, Andy," Chiron said, his lighthearted tone now a little forced. "Lots to see."

We walked through the strawberry fields, where campers were picking bushels of berries while a  satyr played a tune on a reed pipe. 
Chiron told me the camp grew a nice crop for export to New York restaurants and Mount  Olympus. "It pays our expenses," he explained. "And the strawberries take almost no effort."
He said Mr. D had this effect on fruit-bearing plants: they just went crazy when he was around. It worked best with wine grapes, but Mr. D was restricted from growing those, so they grew strawberries instead.

I watched the satyr playing his pipe. His music was causing lines of bugs to leave the strawberry patch in every direction, like refugees fleeing a fire. I wondered if Grover could work that kind of magic with music. I wondered if he was still inside the farmhouse, getting chewed out by Mr. D.
"Grover won't get in too much trouble, will he?" I asked Chiron. "I mean ... he was a good protector. Really."

Chiron sighed, and Annabeth played with her figures. He shed his tweed jacket and draped it over his horses back like a saddle.  "Grover has big dreams, Andy. Perhaps bigger than are reasonable. To reach his goal, he must  first demonstrate great courage by succeeding as a keeper, finding a new camper, and bringing  him safely to Half-Blood Hill."

"But he did that!"
"I might agree with you," Chiron said. "But it is not my place to judge. Dionysus and the  Council of Cloven Elders must decide. I'm afraid they might not see this assignment as a success.  After all, Grover lost you in New York. Then there's the unfortunate ... ah ... the fate of your mother.  And the fact that Grover was unconscious when you dragged him over the property line. The  council might question whether this shows any courage on Grover's part."

I wanted to protest. None of what happened was Grover's fault. I also felt really, really guilty.  If I hadn't given Grover the slip at the bus station, he might not have gotten in trouble.

"He'll get a second chance, won't he?"
Chiron winced, Annabeth seemed really interested in her shoes... "I'm afraid that was Grover's second chance, Andy. The council was not anxious to give him another, five years ago, either, after what happened the first time. Olympus knows, I advised him to wait longer before trying again. He's still so small for his age... ."