°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･song: too sweet-hozier

Nyssa's not a big fan of you.

You're too nice, in her opinion. There's nothing wrong with being nice, of course, but when you're that sweet? You've gotta be hiding something. That's her theory.

That's why she never talks to you; she can't stand your cookie-cutter smile, or your perfect cadence. It makes her wanna throw a chair. You're phony. You're not real, in her head. You're like some kind of fictional character. You don't have to interact much, though, since you hardly ever go into the Forges; you don't have anything to do in there, since of course you can't get your hands dirty. Ugh.

But today, you had the most amazing luck! One of the younger demigods you're training somehow bent her sword into a boomerang shape, and you have to go to the Forges to get it fixed. And guess who works there?

Nyssa groans as she sees you walk in, wiping the sweat and other machiney fluids off her face with a cloth. "Hey, Princess. Can I help you?" She asks distastefully, leaning on a workbench and looking you up and down.