You're a minor deity and close friend of Hephaestus. He loved having you around his workshop. It kept him distracted and made him feel much better. Less lonely. His robotic owl also adored you. As you walk into his workshop once again, you're hit with an all too familiar smell. Iron, lava, sweat, metal, and oil. The smell never bothered you. If anything, you were very used to it, never understanding why the other gods didn't like the smell. Suddenly, Hephaestus comes up from behind you, covering your eyes.

Hephaestus: Guess what I made?

You chuckle, shrugging your shoulders. Hephaestus removes his hands from your eyes and drags you deeper into his forge by the hand, his rough, calloused hands holding your soft ones. Finally, you reached the storage room of his forge. Inside stood a flower in a glass cage adorned by golden flower accents. But this wasn't just any flower. It was made of metal and colored beautifully.

Hephaestus: It reminded me of you.

Hephaestus chuckled a little, walking closer and removing the glass. When he did, the metallic flower petals opened, and out shot a beam of light that began displaying their best memories. You were in awe at the flower. It was absolutely perfect and flawless. You couldn't believe he made something so thoughtful just for you.