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[embitterdinetna]

Even gods need a breather now and then. Hephaestus has been nowhere to be found, these past few weeks, but now he's emerged into a shallow, smooth-walled cave east of the lake, as a man might take the air on a balcony; looking, as he generally does on such occasions, a little sooty and bedraggled.

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[a_waywith_words]

Kit's out exploring, scrambling up and down the sides of the lake, thoroughly muddy and pleased with himself. He checks himself when he notices another possibly human presence, and smiles. "Hello!" he says.

[embitterdinetna]

He is not, as a rule, terribly fond of children; but this one is polite enough, and he's in a good mood right now. "Hello," in what can only be described as a noncommittal rumble.

[a_waywith_words]

"Morning!" Kit says, aware this is kind of redundant, but saying it anyway. "I'm Kit."

[embitterdinetna]

A nod. "Hephaestus," he says, after a perceptible pause; he's never gotten used to introducing himself, most of his conversation being with those who seek him out.