Author's Note: Hello. I now have six votes in my poll, and I'm going to close it at ten. So if you want to vote, vote now. If you miss out, I will most likely send another poll out right after it. Today, we are going to build some legos. And the set I described last time doesn't exist, I made it up, and did not design it yet. So it is full out imagination at this point. Anyway, we should continue. Read on!
Disclaimer: Do I need to tell you again? All rights belong to Rick Riordan. Except the OCs. Their mine.
Grover's Point of view
"Uhh, Koati?" I started. "I got butterfingers and big hands. I think I should sit the building out, and help from the sidelines." On the inside, I was in an inner turmoil. I mean, It would teach the others about camp much more easily. I still think that the two cabins, which were known for their brains, were incredibly stupid doing this. But I can't stop it.
"Sure," she responded, understanding my plight. She knew I was a satyr, and I led the ones that kicked her out, in. She didn't care though. "Maybe you can read the instructions, direct the process?"
"Ok," I responded, relieved. "That sounds fine."
"Is there anything else anybody wants to mention?" There was silence. "Ok then, I'll go open the box." Koati grabbed a knife, expertly holding it as she made her way back. It cut smoothly through the box, as if she had years of practice. She did have years of practice with knifes that I knew of, three years to be exact. From four to seven. Now that I think back, we shouldn't have kids handle weapons so young, even if it is just knifes. I'll make sure to notify Chiron about that. As I was lost in thought, she returned from putting the knife back.
Casus grabbed the box and flipped it over, spilling everything out. There was thirty one bags, thirty labeled one to thirty, and the thirty first was full of bigger pieces, ones that they didn't put in the bag. Stickers were in that bag as well. The only other thing in the box was a very, very, thick book. I'm pretty sure there was over a thousand pages! I checked again. There was over a thousand pages. "So, let's move these bags out of the way-" Casus got up and moved everything out of the way except for the book and bag one. He continued on, 'And then open up bag one, sort it, and begin to build!"
Percy snatched the bag out of Casus's hands. "I'm opening." He took both sides of the and opened it up. Placing the bag on the couch, leaving it in Pupa's care, he rolled up the carpet, getting it out of the way, then moved everything else so there was just plain hardwood floor for the set to go on. It was a pretty good idea. "I suggest sorting by color."
Pupa called, "I second that."
"All in favor?" I asked. Everyone raised their hand. "Then get to work sorting by color. The first bag was the campfire. I wonder how they made it so it would grow and change color. Or if it was just something different. We would also get figurine to help us build in this one. A goddess you could say. It was Hestia. The flames by the fire grew in warmth, and a comforting feeling fell over all of us. It soon left.
Percy asked, "Did anyone see the small girl in the fire who muttered, 'It's nice to be remembered," and left? She looked like the figurine of Hestia, same age and all." Everyone shook their heads. But it was weird. Almost no one could see Hestia. I'm surprised someone even put her in the hearth in the set.
Soon the sorting was finished. "Grover, open to the first page of instructions," Koati shouted quietly. "And make it so we are able to see." I opened up the book and placed it in front of her. "Guess we are starting with Hestia." It was true. The first step was to make the little girl. She had very tan skin, almost brown. She had on brown work boots, a long brown skirt with hints of orange, an orange t-shirt, and a brown un-zipped coat. Her face had no make up, just a smile, her lips were pink. She had a small, perfect nose, and brown eyes, with an orange flame instead of the normally black iris. The last bit of her was hair. It was brown, with orange and red tints, and went all the way down her back. The goddess looked to be around ten.
Percy hit me on the head, taking me out of the day dream. They had finished putting together the little person, and halfway through bag one. "Get out of the dream," he hissed. "Now flip pages." Not wanting to mess with him, I flipped pages. At three, we were done with bag one.
"The next fourteen are cabins. The first twelve our the actual cabins, and the other two are the people and finishing touches for all of them," whispered Koati. "We got four hours till dinner, I want to finish the first five cabins, and maybe get started on the sixth." It was a reasonable goal, especially with four people working. Casus and Koati began to build after sorting the first one, Pupa passed them the pieces, and Percy began to sort the other bags. When he was done with that, he helped Pupa and built, depending on where he was wanted or needed. I just turned the pages.
With our assembly train, work was finished quickly. We surpassed Koati's expectations, finishing the seventh bag as Ms. Fabrica barged in. there was only one piece left. "Don't worry," Ms. Fabrica told us. "Place the last piece. Or would you allow me the honor of placing the last piece of the Athena cabin on?" Huh. I didn't expect that. And how did she know what set we were building, and what each cabin was? Pupa wordlessly stood up and passes the last piece to her. "Thanks." She smiled. Walking over, Ms. Fabrica placed down the last piece. "Now, how do you all feel about dinner?" she asked as she placed the tray on the table. "We got food for all of you. Sorry how late it is. Seven is a little after the time most families eat dinner."
"It's fine," Percy told her. "We were so distracted we didn't realize how hungry we were until you came in."
"Well, then see you later." She turned and shut the door behind her.