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Hephaestus Cabin

Enya hums quietly to herself as she sketches out the layers of her new invention. “Wylan! Come see! I think I got something good!”
Wylan stood up from his bed and walked over to Enya’s. “Look pretty cool.” He said, smiling at her.
Wylan smiled in response. “What’s this one particular piece for though?” They pointed to a part of the design.



“I get that.” Wylan responded. They felt very similarly when sharing their own designs with others. “But remember, I’m your brother, I’m not going to judge you on your designs, just give constructive criticism.”

Wylan put a hand on Enya’s shoulder. He knew how awkward it probably was her for talking to him, considering that he had to step in as a parent for her when they were younger. He never resented her for that, as it wasn’t at all her fault, it was all their mother’s.

“Considering barely any demigods meet their godly parents, that he’s Roman and we’re at a Greek camp, and that he hasn’t shown up at all any time in our lives, there’s very low probability of being able to meet him.” Wylan said, holding back a sigh.
Wylan didn’t answer, not wanting to affect his sister’s view of their father. He loathed his mother for all she’d done and disliked his father for leaving them in a place where they were subject to that and never once trying to reach out to each of them.

Wylan nodded, still not responding. They honestly didn’t know their answer, and trying to vocalize their thoughts was already hard enough without being unsure.

Wylan stiffened as he thought of all their mother had done to the both of them. He still didn’t respond, unsure of what he was supposed to say.

Wylan stared at the floor. “Would either of us really want to meet him if he gave us a chance?” He asked softly.

Wylan nodded. If not for Enya they would have thrown away the necklace already, or remade it into something useful rather than a reminder of a deadbeat dad. “What do you think he saw in her anyway?” They asked, she being their mother and he being their father.

Wylan nodded. He’d thought the same about her, though he hated how he would never be able to know the true answer.

Wylan hugged Enya, though his face was neutral. He shared none of his sister’s sympathy for their mother. She probably wouldn’t even recognize them if she saw them again, and probably barely even cared about their absence.

Wylan just sat on Enya’s bed, not following after her. He’d go after her in a little while, since she probably wouldn’t want to talk with him if he immediately followed her. He knew she still felt a connection to their mother, and it was a sensitive subject for her.

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alexis ☆。*, resident child of Nike/Victoria (they/them)
(last edited Mar 09, 2025 04:17PM)
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Wylan was sitting on his bed, sketching in a notebook he owned. He didn’t notice Enya walking back into the cabin.
On the outside, the cabin is made of bricks and has a row of smokestacks on the top, making it look like a miniature factory. The door is bronze, thick, and circular, like a vault door, and opens with lots of steam and gears clunking.
The inside is covered with bronze, and the bunks fold from the wall, with the bottoms having circuit boards