[i]So the Aphrodite girls were just jealous of her... Oscar was an asshole, but he was right... There were people who cared about her here... And Adam didn't want and wasn't going to let her go even if she wanted to. Lifting her head slightly she looked up at him silently her head working a million miles per hour while her mouth and voice on the other hand didn't want to even try, she couldn't just lay there and stare at him... He was cute, definitely. Extremely attractive, by gods yes. But that wasn't the point. If she stared at him any longer without speaking she really would be considered a freak, "You're right... I'm sorry I even thought about leaving... It was stupid. Thank you Adam, for looking out for me when I clearly can't." Dropping her gaze again she hugged him tightly her eyes closing once more as she cuddled closer into his side.[/i]

Adam wanted to tell her that she wasn't stupid, and that she could look after herself. He wanted to say so many things, some of which he was sure would drive an awkward wedge between them if he did speak, but he kept quiet. He smiled warmly as she hugged him and his eyes closed slowly to the warmth of the moment. He hugged her back softly, but with care and wrapped his arms around her as she slid further into his side. His heart raced a moment, before settling to the nature of the hug and his calmed thoughts. He sighed softly in content as they sat there moment, in an a caring embrace before Adam finally spoke once more.

"Erin.. It isn't that you can't look out for yourself, it is just that I will always be here to look after you whether you need me to or not." He lowered his head slightly to rest it with her's and he sighed once more in content, this time certain he would stay quite. He had a bad knack for wanting to get the last word out, good or bad. He felt that in these sort of situations, the person giving comfort should get the last word, even though that wasn't always the case.

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Chris stood over the stonework of his forge, the storm erupting all around. Blistering chills splintered the nerves of those around the camp and many sought the warmth of their cabins and the main building. Chris though, he was unaltered, and kept to his forge. He raised his hammer time and time again, pounding the finishing touches of the cherry red metal on his anvil. The fire in the pit of the forge rumbled to a smolder as the dying heat withered in the storm, but Chris continued on with the metal as he turned and dunked it into a pool of water next to his coal pile. The metal sizzled heavily under the cold of the water and steam filled the air about Chris, leaving only a simple outline left in his place. 

The steam cleared, moments later, as the sound of metal and stone grinding together filled the air and Chris' ears. His new piece was being ground to an edge and with time, it was slowing pulling together to what he wanted, but it was going to take time. He slid the blade into a leather sleeve and then stood from the grinding wheel and heated the fire of the forge to produce more heat. He wasn't cold, but he didn't want the chance to overcome his current state of adrenaline and unnerving power. Once the fire was large, and roaring through the air of the forge he returned to his new project and the grind wheel. The wheel spun to life and the metal clashed with the stone creating a storm of it's own formed of the sparks of creation. The sparks halted and the sound of metal and stone clashing ended as he lifted the metal up to inspect the edge, half an hour passed over all, and it was finally finished. He stood from the grinding wheel and held the project firmly in his right hand while muttering to himself a moment. 

"The balance... the weight... the form..." He muttered as he shifted his stance with the metal object in his hand and he seemed to dance about the Forge, but in a masculine manner, like a warrior's dance across the field. "Father..." He added in a whisper as he pressed the blade above the forge's fire and watched it glimmer brilliantly. "Silver's light... Silverlight... of course. My new blade will be dubbed 'Silverlight." He held the grand new blade, a metallurgy creation of steel and silver, a blade fit for a Demi-god. It held nothing anymore special then any other blade, aside from it's silver and what Silver was strong against. It was said forging a metallurgy weapon of Silver could have repercussions for a Forgemaster and their forge, but none were evident to Chris. 

Chris stepped a few feet from the main part of his forge, and was now at the set-off part of his Forge's location that held all of his tanning and leatherworking materials and tools. He took up a long thick, wide section leather and his leather knife, a long and thin, yet sturdy, blade designed to cut and section thicker leathers with ease. The leather was dark and held a deep midnight color to it, almost as if it had hints of blue in it, and he began to square it off in the shape of a square sheath. Then after getting the square he began the tedious work of detailing the shape further for a Saber's Sheath. Once all of the pieces were ready he took up a few pieces of metal, tacks, and leather thread strips and began assembling the sheath. The finished product was a naturally black leather sheath, tipped and based in silver, with burgundy leather strips tying the seam down the outer side of the sheath. He looked in a sense pride over his creations, a blade and it's sheath, both of which were designed to accent him as a person. He poured his heart and soul into both the blade and it scabbard. A silver metallurgy blade, a Forgemaster's grand creation, and a sheath of pure Night Wolf leather, a hunter's trophy tool. His father and his legacy, both parts of the man that was Chris Levins, rolled into a single unit.