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The Gig, Friday

There were more people on the island, the sparrows told Rosie. People's families had come to visit. Knowing that made her miss her own family, waking a dull ache in her heart.

So,oOnce she'd fed the horses and done all those chores that The Gig required, she retreated to the smithy, hammering and refolding the bat'leth. It didn't look, right then, all that much like a bat'leth. But it was in one piece again; shape would come later.

[ooc: Smithy doors are as open as the post. I have the plaaaaaague, so expect slow from me.]

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Once she'd settled a few things here or there, Turtle, with a notebook and a little grateful to escape the craziness of the first day of Parents' Weekend, headed into town, and into the Gig.

"Hello?" she called out, although she realized her voice probably registered over the sound of the hammer.

It didn't, but the sparrows warned her there was someone there, nosy little busybodies that they were. "One minute," she yelled, giving the metal one last blow before plunging it into the water barrel.

Clouds or steam billowed up as Rosie backed away quickly, then she turned, stripping off her heavy gloves, and shoved damp hair off her face. "What can I do for you?"

[ooc: sounds good!]

"Hi!" Turtle greeted her with a bright smile. "Are you Miss Rosie? My name's Turtle Wexler, and I'm here on behalf of the Fandom High Times, the school newspaper. I'm doing a weekly article regarding some of the new businesses here in town and, well, yours is at the top of the list. Do you have a moment or two for an interview?"

"It's just Rosie." It's worth noting that Rosie had no idea what a newspaper was, but the sparrows quickly filled her in.

It didn't make her any less confused.

"I've got time, but I can't imagine why anyone would be interested in what I had to say."

Turtle blinked a little at that, as she got her notebook poised and her pen ready. "But you have a business," she said. "Why wouldn't they want to hear about the sort of services and products that you can provide to them?"

This was really good free advertising, here! You don't question such a thing!

Rosie wasn't sure why they'd want to hear about it, but she smiled anyway and came down the few stairs of the smithy. "Ask away, then," she said, "I'll do my best to come up with interesting answers."

"We'll start, then," Turtle said, "with the most obvious: What is it that you do here, Rosie?"

She nodded, then dropped to sit on the steps, gesturing at Turtle to join her if she wished. "Well, primarily we hire horses to anyone who wants to ride, but I'm a horse-leech, an animal doctor, as well as knowing a bit of blacksmithing, so we offer that as well."

Turtle easily took the offered seat, writing things up quickly as Rosie gave her answers, and she nodded. "The blacksmithing. Did that spark from shoeing horses and all that?"

"No." She folded her hands over one knee. "I was apprenticed to the local smith to learn horse-leeching, and I picked it up as part of my training. An added extra, you could say. I can do simple things, nothing fancy, but I can shoe a horse if I have to."

"And how long have you been doing this for?"

"If you mean running a livery stable, not very long," she said. "But I was apprenticed when I was fifteen, and I completed it a year ago."

"And it's rude to ask a person what their age is," Turtle said with a little grin, "so I guess we'll call that good on the experience questions. So, since you work a lot with animals, do you have a favorite one? Is it the horse, or is the fact that you have a stable not necessarily related to your particular animal preferences?"

"A favourite animal?" She shook her head. "I don't think I do." The sparrows on the smithy roof chirped disapprovingly at her, and she rolled her eyes at them. "I do like horses, though - they're wiser than most people think. You just have to listen to them. Running the stable, well, I fell into that."

She was not going to say: I'm here because I was fleeing from an evil fairy and the only way I could be safe was to go into another world.

"Literally?" Turtle asked, eyebrows flying up.

Hey, you never knew around here.

Rosie grinned at Turtle's reaction. "The listening to horses or the falling into the stable?"

"Falling into the stable! That had to hurt!"

"I didn't literally fall into the stables, I promise," she laughed. "I can talk to animals, though."

Turtle was definitely writing that down. "That must help you a lot in your job, then!" she chirped. "You can just ask the animals how they feel!"

"It does," she agreed. "Of course, it also means that sparrows take an interest in your life." She pointed up, where the sparrows could be seen hanging over the edge and watching intently. You don't have to watch me all the time.

They flapped their wings and scolded her. "See?"

Turtle gave a faint smile. "I can see how that could get annoying, yeah. But that's very neat! Did that have a great deal of influence in your career choice?"

"I suppose it did," she said after a moment's thought. "I started spending time at the smithy, helping with the horses, letting them know no one would hurt them. It just seemed natural to apprentice as a horse-leech after that."

Turtle nodded and, clearly not up to par on her reporters' segue yet, asked, "And how do you like it here in Fandom so far?"

"It's different," she said diplomatically. "I think I like it, but it's going to take some time before I get used to it."

"What," Turtle asked, thoughtfully, making a few notes, "would you say is the strangest thing to happen since you've arrived on the island?"

There were a lot of strange things, and no few strange people, but..."Honestly? Water that comes out of a tap, lights that come on when you flick a switch, and a forge you don't have to run on coal."

"Ohhh!" Turtle said excitedly. "So you're definitely not from a time like this one! Tell me a little bit about where you are from then, Rosie, that's always pretty interesting."

"Where I'm from?" she said. "It's a village called Foggy Bottom, smaller than this place. It's, I'm not sure what to tell you. I grew up in a household of fairies - they weren't tiny - and there is magic everywhere. It collects like dust in houses, making strange things happen. Fish are," she shuddered, having learned that they were eaten regularly here, "they're taboo. No one eats fish, no one associates with them."

Turtle scribbled down fish not kosher.

"So this place must seem somewhat dull at times," she observed.

"Not unpleasantly so," she replied. "It's nice to know that the bread will stay bread when you cut it, that the cheese won't grow legs and run away, and the tea water won't turn into rose petals, or spiders."

"Most of the time," Turtle added with a bit of a grin, "anyway."

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