<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/B3bJ8m5/Camila-Cabello-2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Phoenix Ramirez</strong></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Hephaestus<br/><strong>Location::</strong>House of Hephaestus -> Forge -> Infirmary<br/><strong>Company::</strong>No One -> Aristotle<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Friday, Afternoon<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Irritated<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>HERE<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Much of the morning took place like it did every day, Phoenix woke up late and ate a hearty breakfast. She dressed in a pair of distressed jeans and a tight fitted tank top. After pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail, she went to her kitchen and made herself two eggs over medium and a side of bacon. She toasted some bread and poured herself a glass of orange juice and then sat down at her table. She ate her food in silence much like most mornings, enjoying the rising sun peering through her windows. She had the house to herself for the moment so she didn't even have to worry about potential roommates.<br/><br/>Tomorrow was the Blessing Ceremony and she knew she wanted to head to the forge and work on a set of arrows to give as an offering to the temple. She knew she was cutting it close in time but she was never one for planning too far ahead. After her breakfast, she did her dishes and by now the time was moving into the early afternoon before she even had a chance to leave the house. She walked out and felt the warm rays against her tanned skin, taking in the warmth.<br/><br/>When she arrived at the Village forge it seemed Jeremiah was out, likely helping some new arrivals that were supposed to arrive this week. She was quite fond of Jeremiah, like a father figure to help her grow after her fathers passing. He had been very patient with her and helping her further her training. He was also Blessed by Hephaestus so they were able to bond over that, he helped her understand it a lot more.<br/><br/>She walked over to the forge and placed her hand into the furnace, flame sparking from her fingertips and helping the furnace coals to ignite and quickly increase in temperature. She spent quite some time melting metal and forming a new set of arrows of a very strong material. She polished them and took extra care to engrave each arrowhead, a simple touch for the offering. She was just about finished when her hand slipped during engraving and the edge of the arrow cut her. The cut was a couple of inches long and pretty deep just along the palm of her hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Damn it!"</strong>she grabbed onto her hand quickly, now bleeding. She applied pressure to it, cursing up a storm. She tore her tank top, now bearing her midriff , and quickly wrapped her hand and finished her arrows. She packed the arrows into a leather cloth and tied it with a ribbon and cleaned up her tools. Her aching hand still needing attention so she headed down the way to see if Aristotle was in the lab in the main house.<br/><br/>She headed the area designated for the infirmary and knocked before opening the door.<br/><br/><strong>"Aries, you around?"</strong>she asked softly.