He petted the metal owl. In response, the clockwork bird spun its head and hooted.
“Bubo isn’t a part of our mythos,” Athena sighed.
“He is now,” Hephaestus said, grinning at his handiwork. “Titans may clash, but stories like his keep us in humanity’s heart.”
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Can imagine that scene playing out in Hephaestus’ workshop.
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That’s how I envisioned it. :-)
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Hephesteus is correct!
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