"Yeah, I guess." Lucien said when Clover said that it was because she had been practising for ages while he had only been claimed a week. "But I don't think anything made out of metal could look as good as something made out of nature. And when it comes to fire... well, I need to practise a lot more there. The first time I tried, I nearly set camp on fire. Since then, I haven't touched the Greek fire." Lucien laughed a bit as he remembered. It had been just after he got claimed, and he wondered what the flame symbol on his watch meant. So he had, of course, twisted the dial on his watch to it. And greek fire had appeared on his hands. Lucien didn't know yet that he was fireproff, so he panicked. He ran around, waving his hands to try and get the fire off, before he realised he wasn't burning. But the fire that had come off his hands had started to burn camp. Again, going by instinct, Lucien told the fire to stop.... and it did. Of course, the enrgy that took nearly made him pass out. He was really dizzy after that. And since then, he hadn't touched the greek fire symbol. He'd stuck to the flames in his forge, which he found easier to control and less energy consuming.
Lucien joined in Clover's laughter when she said it was fun to prank with vines.
"I bet it is." He said. "I've not exactly had much time to prank.... or be a victim of pranking. I was out of the Hermes cabin before I even got there!"
From what Lucien had heard around camp, he'd had a lucky escape. But it wasn't like he had anything for the Hermes kids to steal. And they could try and steal his work, but that wouldn't bother him. He could always make more swords, better ones. Plus, it wasn't as though he would ask anyone to pay him for doing something that could save the life of a demigod. He didn't see his forging as a chore or a job. He saw it as a responsibility.
Looking at the flower in Clover's hand, Lucien tried to miagine what it was like to be able to control nature, to control the plants and flowers around. It would be an awesome power. But at the same time, he knew he'd rather play with fire.
And then, inspiration struck. He had an idea. An image in his mind. Focusing as hard as he could, he held his hands out in front of him, palms cupped and visualised fire. It slowly but surely appeared in his hands, and in his mind, he tweaked at it, until it was in the shape of a rose flower bud, opening up. He managed to hold it for a couple of seconds before it went out, and he had to wipe some sweat from his head. He felt dizzy, as controlling fire took a lot of energy, and making it took even more.