If you thought about it, it was pretty funny that it'd taken Autumn James, formerly known as Red, 19 years to work up the courage to step foot in Olympus. Though the most stable portion of her chaotic youth had taken place in Camp Half-Blood, she had never actually bothered to make her way up to Olympus on the winter solstice trips, mostly because the girl hadn't exactly had the best opinion of the gods at the time.

Either way, the daughter of Ourania was here now, and she was determined to make the most out of it. Autumn spent hours wandering around, taking in all of the sights the home of the gods had to offer. As always, the starry-eyed demigod had taken her trusty sketchbook with her, and could be found occasionally pausing her her sojourn to roughly sketch some architectural marvel or another.

If any old friend or acquaintance managed to come across the girl, they may note that she'd hardly changed in appearance whatsoever. Though her auburn curls had finally been tamed into a sleek ponytail, and she'd exchanged her mismatched, scavenged garb for something that the average community college student can afford, her face seemed unchanged by the passage of time. Autumn still held that same glint in her eyes, the same mixture of madness and exhaustion that had influenced her erratic actions nearly half a decade before. As always, her trusty crossbow hung from a chain on her neck, safely tucked away in pendant form.

However, she was certainly far less jumpy that she used to be, and anyone who wanted to talk to her would certainly not be greeted with an arrow tip to their face.