he will no longer be an outcast, and that all satyrs, naiads, and other spirits of nature will henceforth treat him as a lord of the wild, with all rights, privileges, and honors.

satyrs aren’t dryads, but we have roots too. camp half blood is mine.

meat! he said scornfully. i’m a vegetarian  you eat cheese enchiladas and aluminum cans i reminded him. those are vegetables.