Forging around (open)
Jun 23, 2014 18:07:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 18:07:13 GMT -5
Heat. Lots of heat. That's what Janessa got a whiff of as she walked into the forge. This place was always full of sweaty, hot (as in heat) men. But Janessa had no choice. She needed help, her bow had snapped in half, and though the hunters had means to fix it in a normal situation, the majority of the hunters were not in camp and Amelia was not the forging kind.
"Hello?" She asked, her voice a little high pitched. Great, I sound like one of those little Aphrodite weaklings. She took it back as soon as she thought it. Those are her siblings. Were her siblings. But she had seen their personalities first hand. Not all, but most, were vain. Janessa knew she was beautiful but she didn't plan on flaunting every single second. She just needed her bow fixed, was that so much to ask?
"Hello?" She asked, her voice a little high pitched. Great, I sound like one of those little Aphrodite weaklings. She took it back as soon as she thought it. Those are her siblings. Were her siblings. But she had seen their personalities first hand. Not all, but most, were vain. Janessa knew she was beautiful but she didn't plan on flaunting every single second. She just needed her bow fixed, was that so much to ask?
