Hestia ran her finger along the black lance that she'd spent the last couple of days helping Hephaestus forge. The hieroglyphs on running on both sides of the pole’s blade lit up with a glow after her finger passed over them. The glyphs glowed an ethereal white blue for a few moments before the light faded away.
"And we're done." Hephaestus smiled as she looked at the completed lance. The weapon was made of Mithril, Hestia's hair and blood, and was finished by her own blessing.
"We're done?" Hestia's beautiful smile of joy nearly lit up the smithy. Her blue-eyes were sparkling, and Hephaestus couldn't stop herself from smiling.
"Does it meet your expectations?" Hephaestus asked as Hestia looked over the completed lance.
"Absolutely! No complaints at all!" Hestia beamed as she looked up from the black lance. "Oh yeah, this weapon needs a name! Hmm…I've got it! It was born from the love that Bell and I share: Lance of Love! Or Heart Piercer, because it pierces my heart!”
"Please don't!" Hephaestus held out her hand towards Hestia at the horrible name. "That makes it sound like a piece of junk!" With a sigh Hephaestus picked up the lance and held it before Hestia's eyes. "This lance…it can't be described as anything but a Divine Weapon. So how about 'Hestia Lance' instead?" Seeing Hestia's eyes light up and practically sparkle, Hephaestus sighed in relief. "Listen closely, Hestia. This lance is alive, it has your blessing. Right now it's about as strong as tissue paper, but once it reaches the hands of Bell Cranel, it will take its first breath and grow. However, it can only be used by a child that has your Falna; that is also its defect. It grows with its wielder. It will never be too strong or too weak. A weapon that can instantly become more powerful is like cheating to us smiths, so I won't be making one like this again."
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"Thank you, Hephaestus!" Hestia smiled as she wrapped her arms around the redhead in a warm hug.
"Let me repeat myself," Hephaestus smiled as she returned the hug. "Do not go back on this loan."
"Okay!" Hestia squeezed her slightly and smiled when Hephaestus did the same. Their Pantheon was a mess sometimes, especially the family relations because of Zeus, but she very much adored her niece.
"Leaving already?" Hephaestus blinked as Hestia slipped her flip-flops on.
"Yep, I want to give this to Bell right away!" Hestia grinned as she looked for something to carry the lance in.
"It was a long night, shouldn't you rest?" Hephaestus sighed even as she wrapped the sheathed pole of the lance in a cloth and then tied the cloth over Hestia's left shoulder and under her right arm.
"Thank you, Hephaestus!" Hestia beamed as she hugged the Goddess of the Forge again before heading out in a rush. The redhead could only sigh as she undid her ponytail and let her locks cascade down her back.