fandomtownies | Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Monday [09/23].

You know, as far as weekends went, as far as Amaya was concerned, that one actually wasn't too bad. She was clearly out of her gourd, obviously, but at least she'd very much been herself physically, and when she woke up that morning without any romantic longings or inclinations, only the need for coffee, at the forefront of her mind, well, she was feeling pretty darn good about it. Finally, she could go and get some work done! That was easily the worst of it. Is that what it was like in the heads of people who liked all that mushy stuff all the time? How did they manage to get anything done? The whole experience was markedly unpleasant, and she was glad to finally be rid of it.

Of course, if she was honest with herself (which, of course she wasn't), she recognize the fact that not all of what she was so obsessed with this last weekend was entirely off the mark, that it was all sprouted from a seed of something buried deep inside her brain, but that was the beauty of being back to normal. It could stay buried back there and it was back to good old trustworthy repression and blatant dismissal! And it felt great! Good to be back to normal and stubbornly ignoring even the slightest hint of that kind of thinking!

And she was making excellent progress on the new curvy short sword she'd decided to fix up for the wall, too. Just her and a brain full of metal and fire. Just as it should be!

The Forge is open!

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"Oh, I'd appreciate that," Seivarden said. "And if you stop by I'll make you tea, of course."

Perhaps that wasn't even something she needed to tell Amaya by now.

Yeah, that pretty much went without saying at this point.

"With or without the whiskey?"

"Well, I'm supposed to work," she said. "I mean, it's usually not busy, but..."

Her boss was also her landlord.

"Oh, by the way, did I tell you about the Radchaai kid?"

See, there were benefits to being an independant business owner with her own place. Amaya could take a break for boozy tea whenever she darn well pleased!

And she took a sip of hers just then before tilting her head with wary curiousity. "Radchaai kid?" she asked. "One of the new students?"

Zards, she hoped so. She was already breaking into a slight sweat over the idea of one of those weekends popping up again, convinced as she was that, the longer she stayed here, the closer she'd get to being able to put together a whole army of inexplicable offspring.

If they all didn't wind up killing each other first.

"New student," Seivarden confirmed, unaware of Amaya's fears. "A poor baby lieutenant who accidentally got sent here to go to school. She's not in your class then?"

"No," said Amaya, shaking her head a little as she considered her current crop of students under that particular light, "I don't think so. That'd be at least one student I probably have wouldn't have to lecture about the importance of work gloves, though."

Not that she really had to lecture anyone about that. They were all good kids, her students.

Seivarden smiled. "No, you wouldn't. I hope she's doing ok though, it can't be easy living in the dorms for her. With, you know, people eating, what do they call it, finger food?"

Tisarwat might not be from a prominent family, but she was definitely civilized.

"Finger food, yes," said Amaya, grinning faintly with an amused sip from her cup. "Aptly named, because....well, you don't need me to say it!"

Lest she put Seivarden off her tea.

"But," she offered, "I imagine, at the very least, do you think she'll at least have decent tea?" She asked this, of course, feeling like there really wasn't anything wrong with most teas, but she knew what was up, especially after all those Radchaai entertainments they'd been watching. Which, she might add, meant she paid attention to more than just the explosions and ships. "I know mine's at least passable, if think we should send some her way?"

"Oh, she has tea. Very good tea. She brought it from home."

Seivarden sounded slightly envious.

"I might have to ask you to see about maybe getting a little for me, then," Amaya noted. "So I can finally see what all the fuss is all about."

"You should," Seivarden said. "Although it's not something you buy, I think. Not that quality."

She had actually wondered where Tisarwat had got it, or whether she was from a better family than Seivarden had the impression of.

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Monday [09/23].

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