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fandomtownies2008-10-04 08:26 pm
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The Gig, Saturday morning
Yesterday, Minsc had helped her carry the gates in. Today, Rosie was repairing the loose bars and replacing those that were missing. Noise and heat rolled out of the smithy. Rosie, in thick leather apron and gloves, welcomed both.
He had, all unwitting, reminded her of why she was here and of everything she'd left behind - the good, the bad, and the terrifying. As a result, she was slamming the hammer down a little bit harder than was strictly necessary to hammer-weld the iron. Not from anger - he had meant no harm - but to drive the memories away.
The sign was out the front and the horses were grazing in the relocatable woods paddock. The sparrows, who'd decided Rosie needed their guidance, were perched on the roof of the smithy.
[ooc: Open and there's still a Wednesday available if you want a job! I'm sleeeeepy and must nap, but will be awake later.]
He had, all unwitting, reminded her of why she was here and of everything she'd left behind - the good, the bad, and the terrifying. As a result, she was slamming the hammer down a little bit harder than was strictly necessary to hammer-weld the iron. Not from anger - he had meant no harm - but to drive the memories away.
The sign was out the front and the horses were grazing in the relocatable woods paddock. The sparrows, who'd decided Rosie needed their guidance, were perched on the roof of the smithy.
[ooc: Open and there's still a Wednesday available if you want a job! I'm sleeeeepy and must nap, but will be awake later.]