Miss lucky enters the camp... (Open)

"Sure," I say taking the bow, "Give me a target and I can hit it. any target."

Clover started to look a combination of confused and nervous.
"Eheh... Which one was Hephaestus?" She asked. Again, she had a mediocre knowledge of the greek gods, but if you asked her about the celtic gods, she could go on for days.

"Hephaestus was the lame son of Zeus and Hera. he is the god of the forge, fire, and craftsmen," I say, drawing the string a few times to test its elasticity, "So... where are you all from? Have any of you been in the camp long?"

"I only just arrived." Replied Clover. "And as for where I'm from, my par-- My mom and step-father are both irish, but they moved to america long before meeting, or before my mom had me." Clover, personally, liked to consider herself irish, even though she had only gone there a few times to visit relatives in Gallaway.

"I've only just come too," I say, "What's the camp like?" I ask.

Clover wondered briefly whether they all did that, then remembered what one had said about Hephaestus being god of the forges. She started humming "A Song For Ireland" quietly, listening to the others.

"I'm great at making things as well. But not in a forge," I say, "That sounds terribly inefficient."

"Not for this one," I say with a bit of pride and a bit of mischief in my voice.

"Threatening me are you?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"I never said I could make that," I say, "I said I could make weapons."

I rolled my eyes and concentrated. Suddenly two weapons appeared in my hand. One a sword as long as I was tall, the other a sword barely one foot long.
"That explanation enough for you?" I say with a good humor in my voice.

The weapons disappear from my hand. "Magic you nimrod," I say, my humor running out and my patience shortening.

I returned the glare. It went on for about 30 seconds till I stuck out my tongue and made a silly face. Then i started laughing.

OOC:my name is Erysse! I'm a girl.

~Sorry.:)

"I am not amused." I said putting my sword away.

"Oh well," I say with a smile as I shrug, "I cant help that."

"Now back to my first question," I say "What's there to do here? More importantly, is there a library?"