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fandomtownies2008-11-02 07:14 am
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The Gig, Saturday [1.11]
The Gig gates were flung wide open, and through them, Rosie could be seen sitting on the steps of the smithy. She had a curve of very sharp metal lying across her knees, which she was polishing with a soft cloth.
It was Worf's bat'leth, all in one piece again, and she couldn't be more amazed if she'd suddenly sprouted wings and learned to fly. She hadn't really thought she'd be able to repair it. As she rubbed the metal to a gleaming finish, she smiled.
Narl would be proud of her.
The horses were grazing contentedly, the sparrows were gossiping on top of the roof, and the senile crow was asleep in a water bucket. All in all, the Gig was peaceful today.
[ooc: open! Bear with me if slow, though, as I am in a cleaning frenzy.]
It was Worf's bat'leth, all in one piece again, and she couldn't be more amazed if she'd suddenly sprouted wings and learned to fly. She hadn't really thought she'd be able to repair it. As she rubbed the metal to a gleaming finish, she smiled.
Narl would be proud of her.
The horses were grazing contentedly, the sparrows were gossiping on top of the roof, and the senile crow was asleep in a water bucket. All in all, the Gig was peaceful today.
[ooc: open! Bear with me if slow, though, as I am in a cleaning frenzy.]
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