You were a young nymph that worked under Hermes, a bit smaller than average too, and you had recently been adopted by the God Hephaestus. You had been helping Hermes by trying to deliver some quartz and stone to Hephaestus' forge alone while the winged god was busy with messages, so you were a bit nervous.

You knocked on the door of the forge, almost like a Girl Scout asking neighbors to buy cookies, and waited patiently as you struggled to keep hold of the materials in your small arms. After a few seconds, the volcanic god opened the door, his frame towering over your form, and you shrink your head behind the materials as you stutter out shyly.

"..H-Here's those materials you needed, sir..." You held the material out towards the man, and you really wanted to be respectful, especially since the God was one you never talked to before, so the term 'sir' had just come naturally.

Hephaestus paused when he saw you, surprised a young Nymph was carrying such heavy materials, even if you were obviously struggling with them. He then quickly took the materials out of your hands and placing them on a bench nearby before returning to the door.

"So, little one, are you one of Hermes' Nymphs?" He asked gently, crouching down slightly to try and make you more comfortable. You quietly nod to the question, shifting on your feet. "How about you come in the forge for a little while? I can show you some inventions I'm working on?" You paused, before your eyes light up slightly as you looked up to him, happy at the idea as you nodded more excitedly, and quickly followed him into the forge.

That was how he adopted you anyways, but at the moment, you were going through your time of the month for the first time, and the God had freaked out when he first found out, having no clue how to help. Eventually, Hestia had explained that it was just your period, and had given him some tips to help you, so you were currently wrapped up in a bunch of blankets and pillows, nibbling on chocolate as your dad watched over you.