<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Cassandra1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abigail "Abbey" Statham (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10270715#msg10270715)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hermes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24, 6:45<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vincent Guerrero<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><hr/><br/>She was still poking at things, as the stranger kept on working.  A lot of the tools were sort of mysterious to her; sure she could guess at what some things were used for, but in reality, she had no real clue about their mysterious uses.  She figured they were used, in an abstract way, to make things, and it wasn't such a stretch of the imagination to guess that they were used to create weapons for the camp.  When the music was cut off, she had just been about to pick up what looked to be an unfinished daggers blade, but paused in mid motion to so she could swivel her head around to look back towards the the darker man.<br/><br/>"Hmmm"  She was about to mention something about lumps of metal being good paper weights, but paused when she spotted what looked to be an unfinished blade in the mans hands.  It was pretty, even unfinished, and she knew it would be prettier when finished, if her experience with scimitar's in the past was anything to go by.  She may not be any good at using the weapon, but she'd, surprisingly, handled similar ones more times than she could count, growing up.  "Ohh since when do Greeks use Scimitar's?"  She said this, even as she had turned back to the dagger, her interest wandering back to the tools around her.  She was just about to reach up with a finger to poke at the blunt end of the blade, but stopped mid motion to roll her eyes and turn back to the man, this time crossing her arms, and giving him her full attention.<br/><br/>"The names, Abbey.  I got here a few days ago, when daddy told me about mother dearest being some great deity in the sky, blah blah blah, you've probably heard this a million times already."  She sounded bored with it all, already.  If she were to be honest, she wasn't even a hundred percent sure about wanting to be there.  When she had first heard about it all, she had been interested, it wasn't everyday that you learned that your mother was...well who she was.  But actually being at the camp made her heart sick for her adventurous life.  There was already a little bit of doubt about whether she she was willing to give up her lifestyle, for even a little bit of time, to find out more about her heritage, forming inside of her.