Post by Bastien Cavanaugh on Aug 18, 2014 22:05:30 GMT -6
turn my soul into a raging fire...
Crafting a sword was nothing new to the experienced handyman. He'd done this what, a million times? That was an exaggeration, of course, as there was no way he would have been making swords for that long, much less blades that were identical to so many others. Around him lay unfinished projects, a few horseshoes, and random things that he assumed were meant to be famous creations that made the other campers squeal with delight. Bastien remembered when he was younger and actually allowed himself to reminisce before plunging into the task at hand.
Having the ability to manipulate the fire definitely helped one to use the forge. His eyes rested upon it for a few moments; fire had always been a huge part of his life and it seemed that would not be something changing any time soon. Sure, he liked to get out, but he rarely went anywhere there wasn't a glowing hearth.
His mind flitted to the Goddess of the Hearth as he wondered if she'd any children his age. If she'd a daughter, he would consider courting her. A child of the God of the Forge and the Goddess of the Hearth seemed to be a match made in Olympus, right? Cavanaugh managed to smirk as he began to gather supplies. Maybe a curious camper would show up or something. Hell, maybe something exciting would happen. Ever since the fleece was taken, he had been on his toes. His trusty hammer was tucked safely in his belt loop, something that he carried with him since he was a boy. It had a dark past, but he was confident that he was the only one who knew of it.
You just don't tell people when you kill someone else. It seems to defy all logic.
TAGGED: OPEN
NOTES: Bring it on.
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NOTES: Bring it on.
WORDS: 400