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Petria accepted the napkin and quickly cleaned her cheek seeing the mess she'd made. He skin now fairly clean she looked aglow and smiled at the red head. "So what's your deal here Pheobe? Anything special?" She looked inside the armory window and saw the coal in her forge was getting close to the proper temperature. "If you'd like to continue the conversation through the vent window, I'm willing to still talk as she ran inside grabbing her apron and starting to pump the bellow, and grabbing the bar of silver she'd brought with her from her uncle's old home.

"No Idea who the parent is," Petria said pulling the bellow tip out and putting in the smelting pot to heat., "But this is for my Uncle. He's.. gone. It was my fault. Monsters chasing me killed him and destroyed his house." Petria dropped the bar into the pot and pumping the bellows a few more times.

The silver was melted and she was silent as she poured it into a man shaped form. She let it cool as she turned to Pheobe, "Who is your parent?" she asked curious about the who process of the "selection". She then took the heated form and dunked it into a bucket of cool water, steam hissing from the bucket.

"No idea. I'd like to be Vulcan's kid, but being Venus's or even Mars would be bad." she admitted, intentionally not using the Greek names, popping the cooled silver man out of the form. She got a small chisel and hammer for the details and moved over to the window. "Here's the rough draft."

"To tell the truth Pheobe, I only learned the Greek names here and I was told not to use true names because they have power. So I use their Roman Aspect and avoid trouble." she started chiseling small feature out of the form making hair marks, eyes and many facial features that mirrored her Uncle Grey. Within a few minutes she had a full statuette in the living replica of her uncle. "That's uncle Grey." she said showing Pheobe.

"Wow! That's amazing!" She exclaimed, examining the small statue. "You really have talent. I would never be able to do something like this. What other talents do you have?" Phoebe said in awe. "Wow..." She reiterated in a murmur.

As the metal heated up she stepped over to the vent window calmly exhaling and looking around. Her new friend Pheobe was just chilling over by the entrance and she was fine with that. But what really was setting her on edge was the apparent lack of boys, well at least to her knowledge. The only male figures she'd seen around camp were the cyclopes working in the forge behind her and the camp's director Chiron. She thought that a "summer camp" like this might have had some boys, especially really good looking boys, running around and trying to slice each other open. Do the god's just have an unnatural ability to have girls? she joked to herself. She turned back to the forge checking the metal, which still hadn't melted. She picked up the bellow and began pumping it again to try and get the forge to heat up.


Unfortunately, after several minutes of her pumping to no avail the forge just wasn't giving enough heat to melt the god's metal. She looked around at all the other forges. A few larger forges were marked with the hammer and anvil of Hephaestus and the rest were occupied by the cyclopes. "DI IMMORTALES!" she shouted frustrated. She threw her tongs against the station and burnt her hand on the tongs trying to pick them back up again after she'd slightly calmed down, causing her temper to flare again causing her to shout another profanity gaining a look from the youngest cyclopes with a inquisitive glance almost asking, "What's the f word mean?" but didn't seeing a look from the eldest cyclopes.