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All this grey was starting to mess with Fjord's head a little. It wasn't like it was anything different than he was used to; he was a half-orc, he could see in the dark, but everything he saw in that dark was in shades of grey, so roughly half of his life was spent seeing the world this way.

It was the seeing the world this way, relentlessly, without end, that was starting to make him twitchy. He kept waiting for daylight, and there was a sun in the sky that insisted up and down that this was daylight, but everything else seemed to disagree firmly with that sun. Everything. He'd turn on a light just to get some color into a damn room, and, nope. No luck.

And so he'd shown up a little early at the forge today, not really certain what time of morning it was, figuring he'd just err on the side of caution and come in when he was awake instead of potentially straying in late. It didn't take him long to realize that he needed color to be able to tell certain things about any metal he might be heating in the fire, either, and so he sighed and started puttering around the shop, looking for anything that could be done without color cues.

Sharpening blades on the stone would wait until Amaya was awake. He'd settle in and work on sanding and polishing anything and everything that looked even remotely like he could use it, instead.

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And once Amaya was awake, it wasn't long after that she was coming down the stairs with two mugs of coffee, failing to stifle a bit of a yawn with her elbow, before she got down into the shop to hand one of those mugs over.

"'Morning, Fjord," she said.

Been a while, it seemed...

Well, last week he'd been a little...

....

"Mornin', Amaya," Fjord replied, smiling a crooked smile with a bit more tusk to it than before. He reached to take that mug that was headed his way gratefully. "How goes it today?"

Yes. Last week certainly...was.

Not to mention the whole mess of other weeks that were a bit, too. So there might have been a little extra appreciation that morning for the simplicity of what used to sort of be the usual routine before things got all jumbled up week to week.

"So far," said Amaya, "so good."

But she was wasting time, and her small smile grew a bit bigger. "Lots to do today, though," she said, launching into it after a swig from her mug. "Hope you're ready to get a full day in today, Fjord. Got in an order from the Daventry Guard,"--well, she'd gone and made an order with them, anyway--"two dozen new spears, the fancy, ceremonial kind...as if they've really got many others these days...all the tips need sharpening and shining and then fastening to the shaft. Probably need a little testing after that, too, just to make sure. And that's all you today. Me, I've got nothing but a tarp upstairs seperating my bed from the outside world, so I've got to really pump out some of the structure work on the greenhouse before the weekend. Should be getting an order of glass coming in for it today, too, so when that shows up, if you don't mind just bringing it right up for me, that'd be appreciated. And dependin' on where you're at with those spears by that time, maybe I could use an extra hand or two up there. If anyone comes in needing anything you can't handle, there's the bell, go ahead and ring it and I'll be right down."

"Sounds like a busy day ahead," Fjord mused, and that wasn't relief in his voice, clearly if Amaya thought she heard any of that she had to be imagining things. "Why the tarp, anyway? Doin' a bit of renovating up there?"

It was either that or some eldritch horror had smashed through the roof, Fjord wouldn't be surprised by either possibility at this point.

Fjord's lack of relief, then, was also clearly coming from the same place as Amaya's complete lack of intent toward that result.

She nodded, grin going crooked now. "Finally putting up a greenhouse," she said. "That's what the glass is for. Can't believe I didnt think to use the space that way in the original blueprints, but I guess I didnt realize how much I'd miss gardening, and the window box just isn't cutting it anymore. Figure there's no time like the present, anyway, especially considering the present seems to actually be cooperating for a change."

"Greenhouse, huh?" Fjord looked faintly bemused, then. "I don't have any experience with that sort of thing, but if I finish those spears with time to spare, point me in a direction and tell me what you need done, and I'll do whatever you need."

Greenhouses weren't really a thing at sea.

Which was a shame, really. Proper greenhouse, get some nice citrus trees going, scurvied be a thing of the past! 'Course, there were probably a few more logistics to work out in there, but figuring that sort of thing out as you went along was sometimes half the fun of it.

"Just building, really, at this stage," Amaya shrugged slightly, "and I know you're a decent enough hand at that. I can hand something over to you for a bit while I inspect the spears to make sure you didn't finish them up too quickly."

Fjord ducked his head and actually chuckled a little at that.

"I'm not in any hurry to get anything done before its time," he replied. "I'm rarin' to get to work, that doesn't mean I'm lookin' forward to runnin' out of it again. Gods only know what we'll be up against next week."

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