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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

Fjord had been putting in a little bit more time at the forge this week than usual. Partly because he still felt bad for the eldritch blast he'd thrown at the supply closet door last Wedesnday, and partly because... well, his boss was a rabbit, but she was still an industrious rabbit, and he was pretty sure she would have bitten him if there wasn't at least some work getting done to fix the place up again in the meantime.

He did stop for coffee on the way in to work today, though, showing up with a tray of drinks from the Perk (just in case he either really needed a second or in case rabbits drank coffee) in one hand, and a rabbit tucked under one arm. He set both on one of the countertops, told Amaya to thump a foot if she needed him for anything, and then set to work, returning to the very important business of fixing... everything.

Wednesday had not been easy on the place, really.

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This whole rabbit thing had been a little novel and quaint as an experience at first, but Amaya was really reaching the end of her rope with this one. A day or two as a different creature was fine, really, and probably something she'd recommend anyone having to go through at least once or twice in their lives, but by now, it had been a week, and Amaya was done. So much for getting Beau's weapons done anytime soon! And she was very grateful to Fjord for taking care of her in the meantime, really, she was, but she sure wished he hadn't been so entirely...fussy about the whole thing. Toting her around everywhere like that when she'd have been perfectly fine and content to just hop around the forge a little. She'd have been fine; how much trouble could a rabbit really get into by herself, anyway?*

At least he had been putting in extra time to give her more time to hop around and stick her nose into things, though she would rather be in a state to be more helpful fixing things up after last week. She was antsy not being able to do anything about it, thoough not for lack of trying. That was frustrating. So was being carried around like a bundle of sticks. And then there was the fussing, especially about feeding her when she was just trying to enjoy a movie. And she was pleased that Fjord remembered to still take her to movie class, but then all that fussing lead to leaving before the movie ended, and she had gotten very invested, of course she had, it involved dragons and fighting!

But the real pusher, the ultimate thing that made Amaya decide she was pretty sick and tired of this whole rabbit thing and enough was enough...and she knew it wasn't Fjord's fault because she figured he was just as frustrated over it as she was and if she hadn't been a rabbit she'd had taken control and fixed that up right quick, but...pirates. Singing pirates. There had been singing, dancing pirates and there was nothing she could do about them to stop them or escape them, and that was really the final straw.

Fjord, Amaya liked you, really, she did, far more than she was actually comfortable with, but enough was enough.

Glad to be back at the forge, at least, for the time being, Amaya was hopping around, taking advantage of the things she'd set up to climb on things in case she wound up small again, trying to figure out which was the best course of action from her: figure out a way to get upstairs to her apartment and just lock the door and stay up there until she was back to normal (complex, a real challenge that appealled to her, but, at the same time, doors around here weren't very dependable around Fjord) or just escape through the door and get lost in the preserve for a little while, feel her rabbit roots for a bit until she was feeling more like herself...

...after more coffee. Rabbits might not drink coffee, she wasn't sure, but Amayas did, current rabbit form be blasted.
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*Answer: a lot.Trust.

Fjord watched Amaya settle in with the coffee, smiling crookedly.

"I'd bet a shiny gold piece or ten that Seivarden would be losing her shit, seeing you drinking that," he muttered, mostly to himself, before reaching for a hammer so that he could re-frame the doorway. He'd love to hang a new door, but... well. Eldritch blasts really didn't do anything subtly. "It's morning. There's coffee."

That's how it worked, dammit.

And Amaya definitely wasn't going to let a silly thing like being a rabbit get in the way of how things worked, dammit.

Of course, this did mean that now there was not only a rabbit bent on figuring out some sort of escape in the forge, but that there was a rabit bent on figuring out some sort of escape and hopped up on caffeine to boot. When the person inside that rabbit was already restless.

So don't mind the small pile of nails growing increasingly bigger at your feet, Fjord, once Amaya'd had a little more coffee and then set herself to the task of something she figured would be helpful but also manageable by a rabbit, hopping back and forth with a few nails at a time, while her little brain worked overtime in plotting ideas.

Maybe if she took the squirrel-sized Crumbler...

Fjord... could really only do so much hammering, really, but at least he appreciated the help, making a point to thank her for each and every nail - "Another one? That's mighty helpful, Amaya, thank you, saves me a trip," - though he could just as easily go and get the whole container of them in one trip.

He measured one more time, just to be damn sure he'd cut the boards right, and then he started placing the frame.

It was important, after all, that Amaya felt like she was being helpful. It was her shop, after all, and here she was, letting Fjord do all the work. That just wasn't right, but it didn't take long before the pile of nails was about half the size she was and far more than he could ever need. So she wriggled her nose at the pile of nails thoughtfully, wondering if maybe, just maybe, she could figure out some tool...

Amaya went hopping off again, utilizing the teeny-tiny-person ledges and steps she'd put in after that one weekend until she managed to get herself up on a shelf, rooting around for some tools and, in her efforts, inadvertantly knocking a box of them off of it.

...whoops.

Fjord, in reaction to that, straightened up with a start, which in turn had him thwacking the top of his head on a shelf he'd installed some time back, and falling back into an immediate crouch again, one eye squinted, teeth grit while he sorted out the room he was in from the little stars that seemed to be exploding around his head within it.

It took him a second to figure out what the noise had been, and, hand to his head - that was gonna leave a bump - he made his way over to investigate the mess, sigh and smile crookedly, and then crouch down to start picking up tools from where they'd scattered across the floor.

"In a helping mood today, are you?"

Always! If Amaya wasn't trying to help, that's when you needed to start getting worried...

...though she was realizing maybe she wasn't being as helpful as she would have liked after all, and, in fact, was being a bit detrimental to the whole process of getting things done, and didn't that just fluff her tail? This whole rabbit thing had to be the most frustrating, inconvenient, hare-brained thing to ever happen to her, where she couldn't even do anything in her own shop without just making things worse! And now...now, much too late (well, it wasn't like she'd had an opportunity to test the ledges out since she'd put them in), she was discovering that getting up on the shelves was far easier than getting down from them. She grunted faintly, considering how this shelf really didn't seem that high from the ground, nor did the distance between shelf and ledge, but, boy, did the effort of getting back down seem daunting.

But optimal to having Fjord pick her up and set her down, at this point.

Not that it mattered, really, because just as she was about to boldly start her descent, a little thing called gravity kicked in, as did the fact that, while the shelf was a very good size for a rabbit, it was not so much a good size to support a full grown woman, which Amaya very much was again in that moment, about to come crashing down just like the tools, which was not going to be comfortable for anyone or anything involved.

Except the island's very satisfied sadistic sense of humor.

"Ah, zards!"

The island was very much a sadist, yes. Fjord, who had just been crouching down in order to start picking up tools, barely managed to look up in time to see that full-grown coming coming right down on top of him.

He barely had time to blink and lift his hands before finding himself the very baffled, somewhat pained filling of a sandwich consisting of Amaya, himself, and-- was that a chisel in his back? It sure as hell felt like a chisel in his back.

He did, at least, manage an, "Ow." But that was after the fact, and wouldn't have helped much in the meantime anyway.

Hey, now, you weren't exactly a soft pile of pillows yourself, there, Fjordie.

Amaya's grunt turned into a groan, hand going to her own back for a moment before she scrambled up, swaying slightly from the adjustment of being bigger, bipedal, and blinking back into a more normal state of being. She shook her head a little, holding it for a moment and marveling over how wizards managed to do stuff like that all the time and making a swift decision that they could have it, she did not care for it, not one bit. She sucked in a breath, squared her shoulders, brushed off her skirts and went to adjust her gloves to get back to it, then.

...except there were no skirts. Or gloves for that matter, which she realized when she went to give them a firm tug.

Ah. Right. 'Round these parts, they hadn't quite figured out the whole 'transform your clothes right along with you' aspect, had they? So there she was just standing there with nothing more than what she came into the world with.

"Zards," she said again, kind of regretting that nice big open window she'd put in at the front of the shop for a brief second there before making a sprint for those stairs up to her apartment.

She felt...a little bad for not checking on Fjord first, really, after all that, but...he was a big boy. He'd be fiiiiine.

Fjord was completely fine! Really! Even he was less worried about the sharp implements of construction that he'd landed on. Most of them hadn't made it past his armor, and the ones that had-- eh. Negligible.

There was, of course, the matter of the sight that had been before him before Amaya had hared off, but...

Look, he was going to just clear his throat and sit himself up and start picking tools out from the joints in his armor and give himself a pat-down (above the belt, don't even go there!) and then throw himself very intently into setting tools up on yet another counter so that he could inspect the damage to the shelving.

The blush didn't show a whole hell of a lot through the green. So he had that going for him.

Amaya, meanwhile, was just glad that her own blush had the decency to wait until she was upstairs before making a bold appearance with no apparent intention to leave anytime soon. Much to her irritation, really, because there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Nature, and whatnot, and, besides, good-looking fellow like Fjord, it wasn't likely anything he hadn't seen before, though she supposed being his boss and landing right on top of him and all might make it a bit awkward...

Amaya sighed, making a quick job of getting dressed while taking extra care to make sure she was dressed. Smooth out her skirt, adjust her gloves, roll her eyes toward the Powers That Be and shake her head in disapproval. If she ever managed to meet one of them, they had a nice firm punch in their omnipresent faces coming their way, she could tell you that much.

On with her boots and one more attempt to squash down that blush which only resulted in it seeming worse, Amaya cleared her throat (a week not using her voice clearly took its toll, that's all!) and went back down to the shop.

"Well, then!" she announced with unnecessary boldness. "Back to normal again! That's a relief!"

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Fjord... coughed. Probably something in his throat. Nothing to worry about, really.

He was less experienced than you'd think, Amaya.

"Big relief," he replied, turning an only-slightly-awkward smile her way while he attempted to straighten out the tools he'd set up on the counter. "Now you don't have to worry about having carrot sticks shoved at you."

While you were enjoying a perfectly good bowl of popcorn, at that.

Trying to enjoy it, anyway. But Amaya snorted, grateful for something else to latch onto for the moment, as she shook her head and wasn't so sure about that. She could all too easily picture Seivarden insisting she needed to eat more vegetables no matter what form she was in.

"And I really do appreciate all of your concerns for my diet," she said with a faint grin of her own, "really, I do, but honestly now! You," she pointed an accusing finger at him, "owe me the ending of a movie. I've been dying to know what happened! And since I haven't had much else to do, it's practically all I've been thinking about."

Her eyes passed over the shop for a moment, though, now that she could see it all from a proper perspective. The closet door. The barely-touched project for Beau. And now the shelf. Whatever all else she'd been working on here and there and whatever else had gotten all messed up during the chaos that had been last Wednesday.

"Maybe after I catch up on some of this work," she murmured.

Fjord blinked. He... owed her the...

"I, ah." He reached up a hand and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I could ask Peter how to get my hands on a copy," he offered. "Or something. I'll figure it out and let you know."

It would be something else to keep busy with. That was always a good thing, right?

He glanced around the shop again, and then kind of exhaled, a bit raggedly.

"Here," he offered, "point me in a direction, I'll get to it. No small part of this mess was my doing, anyway, island or not."

"It shouldn't be too difficult, I imagine," Amaya offered, head tilting a little curiously at how what she'd intended to just be a little jaunty ribbing didn't have...quite the expected effect, but she wasn't about to dwell on that...or anything else other than work, really...if she could help it. "And you were doing a fine job on that door before I had to go and interrupt. Fixing doors is a good skill to have around here lately, too. I'll let you get back to it and stay out of your way this time. Especially since I've got a week's work of class prep to catch up on in just a few short hours...

"Dragon in the closet, though," she added after a moment. "Now that's a new one."

"Dragon in the closet," Fjord agreed, making his way back toward the door and picking up the hammer as he went. "Maybe one of these days we'll even figure out how it managed to fit."

"And if we do," said Amaya, making her own way to the counter with the intention of digging out the notebook that, for all intents and purposes, held her scribbles and notes that counted for lesson plans, "that'd be something to utilize. Wouldn't have to worry about running out of space in there. Not too dissimilar to the back room over at Turtle & Canary; not sure how there's so much space in there, there just...is."

"Closet of holding," Fjord mused idly. "Pocket dimension or something..."

Look, it was totally a thing back home. He'd have a bag of holding someday with some pretty... interesting stuff in it.

"Not sure how to make those, though."

"Maybe we'll have to ask him," Amaya said, "next time he shows up, instead of just going straight at him with a frying pan..."

The...magically appearing out of nowhere frying pan.

"Even if it was damn impressive just how resourceful you are with one of those things."

Especially for a blacksmith surrounded by weapons.

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