<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Seraphina1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Seraphina Fuentes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10229659#msg10229659)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>#9 Hephaestus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9 - 21  Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Hair pulled back into a high pony tail, wearing faded denim cut offs, a cotton-lined brown leather bustier, brown leather 'cowgirl' boots, streaked with rust, dirt, and soot. Content.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>Serafina, being more of a burden than an asset on missions, was keeping herself busy today by straightening out the salvaged nails the satyrs and others brought in from the rubble left over by the destruction of the camp's buildings. Some of them had proven too far gone and found their way into a smelting pot to be reborn. Sure, it wasn't as heroic as going after arrivals, but, it was just as important since all those arrivals would need a roof over their heads when they got here. She worked diligently, using careful doses of heat and gentle pressure to work the kinks out of the little spikes, not wanting to stress the metal any worse than already had been, lest it simply snap and had to be melted down. She hummed quietly to herself as she went along, feeling much happier here in this hot, sooty mess, surrounded by tools and fire than she would be anywhere else in camp. She'd been here long enough now to know that for certain.<br/><br/>Once enough of the rough, rusted nails were straightened, she tossed them into a small, foot tall wooden barrel of sand and set it to rolling. The polishing wasn't really necessary, but once cleaned and lightly oiled, the metal would have a much better longevity. She was all about doing the best work she could, not the quickest. Another barrel had already been sifted and oiled to a healthy shine, and she grinned softly to herself as she ran her fingers over the cool cylinders. Happy with the outcome, she have the little keg a pat and hefted it over toward the entrance so that whoever might come for it wouldn't have to come into the full heat of the forge to collect it. Her mind wandered to Pegasus and his ilk, wondering if any of the winged horses were in need of shoes.