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

[special_rabbit]

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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[1000yearstoolate]

"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.