<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3647105#msg3647105">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 18-09-2010, 01:28:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr/><br/>"First off, I'm not your 'dear'. Secondly, yes...I forgot your name," she admitted with a small blush, but it faded quickly as he claimed to of given her plenty of clues, "You do know that nearly everyone here is related in some way, right?" Tiffany sneered before standing up with her hands on her hips, "I should of guessed it just by looking at you. Blond haired and arrogant...you're one of Apollo's brats. That explains it," she smirked before turning and heading back to her cabin's forge. <br/><br/>Once inside she got to work on melting down the drachma and some iron. Making dice wasn't hard and in no time she was sitting over an anvil with thick gloves on. She was handling one of the red-hot dice and pressing dot marks into it. It had to be done quickly or the die would cool and she'd have to start over again. The iron one was easy, but the gold one kept cooling and having to be melted back down and reshaped.<br/><br/>She worked on the dice and finished them in only an hour. Sighing and wiping the sweat from her forehead, she cooled down the dice in some water before handling them. After a quick polish they looked beautiful. Glinting and gleaming in the fire light. It was a shame she had to hand them over to Jeff. With another sigh, she headed out of the small forge to find him.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Jeff</em></div><br/>Jeff shook his head and watched as Tiffany made her way out of the pavilion. The blond tucked his chair in and began to eat. His fingers wrapped around a hard boiled egg, he glanced at it before tossing it across the pavilion into the fire ' for Tyche' he thought stuffing a folded slice of toast into his mouth. If Jeff missed in his years away from champ half-blood it was the food, for some reason food made by someone else always tasted better.<br/><br/>After having his fill of the camp food Chaucer made his way down to the outskirts of the forest. He knew not to enter unarmed. Jeff took a seat under a laurel tree, in the past he had often sat under this tree to think. The Nymph whom was attached to the tree was an old friend, often Chaucer would smooth talk his way into her bush. He Sighed and looked up at the leaves, it seemed the nymph was off somewhere or sleeping.