[ there's no simple answer for how annabeth feels about her mother now - so much of it stems from the weight of all the expectations of being a demigod, of the level her own trajectory of hero-ing has gone above and beyond what might be considered standard. ]

[ something falls over annabeth's face and her expression turns more neutral when wanda speaks of her mortal side. she likes to think that's improvement to how her twelve year old self would have reacted to mention of her father. he's... trying now, she supposes, and it's all been on her own terms. on a technicality alone he was in annabeth's life more than athena. athena believed her daughter a gift to her then favored intellectual; frederick didn't see it the same then. ]

He's a history professor, currently in San Francisco.

[ which is, notably, on the other side of the united states from her self professed home of new york. she doesn't know how to address the question of his place in her life with all its complications, and her tone reflects both that uncertainty and the bid to keep a neutrality. ]

I haven't really lived with him since I was a kid, and he was in Virginia then. [ a kid, she says, as though she isn't one at seventeen, shrugging it off. ] I see him more than Athena, I guess.