fandomtownies | Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Monday [12/23].

Amaya had not expected to be back to Fandom until after Christmas, when she felt like she could be sure to miss all of the particular nonsense that this island brought with it around that holiday, but that was before she was made aware of a complete crisis back at the shop.

It was a good thing she did text Seivarden that morning, or else she'd have never even known! Thank the stars for portals, because Amaya was back on the island and bursting into her shop within the hour, making a beeline for the Crumbler.

And leaving a trail of fruitcake in her wake, because she was not having any of it today, CAKE!

The Crumbler needed her!

The Crumbler...

...was fine. Absolutely fine. No mistletoe stuck inside her gears or blades, nothing broken, everything on it was fine Anything wrong with it, she supposed was easily enough to take care of, and the relief was strong enough to wash over it well enough, and she wondered if maybe she should have been a little more concerned about Seivarden, what with getting cut and all, but, hey, she was texting, she was fine.

But she was going to take some time to really get in there and make sure with the Crumbler, grumbling all the while to herself and threatening any fruitcakes that might be trying to make her job a little more difficult very loudly.

None of this answered her question as to what they were even doing near the Crumbler in the first place, but those were questions for another time when she could actually breathe and stop planning her defense if it turned out she might need to murder a few Radchaai today.

The Forge is...open?

[[ I swear to god, I did not even plan this, lol ]]

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So, Amaya was back. That was quick. Seivarden was going to make a not of how efficient mentioning the Crumbler had been.

"Anything wrong with it?"

It was her baby! Amaya'd already been feeling incredibly guilty for having abadoned her for so long as it was, made even more potent being in her old shop in Daventry and seeing the big space where she used to sit before the move out here to Fandom, and to think something might have actually happened to her...!

And, yes, Amaya was incredibly relieved that her Worst-Case-Scenario was not even remotely reality, she was still pretty worked up about the whole thing by the time Seivarden made her way over to the forge. "No," she hufffed, straightening from where she'd been bent over a section of the Crumbler with her phone as a flashlight to really get in for a good inspection, her hands then on her hips as she frowned at Seivarden, all the while kicking away one of those fruitcakes who'd thought to take another shot at trying to get Amaya to eat it. "Thank the stars."

And then all that built-up worry and anger just came pouring out. "One rule!" she said, lifting one hand as a finger shot out. "I've just got one rule, Seivarden, and it's that nobody," her arms swept out in a crossing, canceling gesture, "touched the Crumbler but me!" Her thumb jabbed into her own chest. "Is that really too much to ask? What the hell happened? What were the two of you even doing down here? On mistletoe day, no less! The plants are up stairs. There is absolutely no reason why anyone should be down here!"

And, for a moment, it seemed as though she'd run out of steam a little. Or maybe she'd just paused to take a breath, because as soon as that breath was over, there was suddenly more.

"Not to mention," she railed on, "what you could have done to this place! Or yourself! You could have gotten hurt! You did get hurt! And let me tell you, you're lucky that's all you got was a cut; Missus Crumbler would have happily taken off your arm, your leg, and maybe in your head without even a second thought or a how-do-you-do. This whole place is filled with weapons, and you go for the Crumbler?!?"

...which, to be fair, Amaya probably would have done that, too, but that was different, because Amaya could use the Crumbler!

Seivarden held up her hands defensively, doing her best not to look amused.

"Tisarwat came looking for you, and I went downstairs to see who it was. She wanted a knife, I told her you were away, we got trapped by mistletoe and the kid wanted to cut us loose on the Crumbler."

She leaned against the wall. "I won't touch it again, I promise. Did you know they stitch up wounds here? And can't grow back limbs?"

"Don't think I'd trust grown limbs all that much, anyway," Amaya grumbled, folding her arms in front of her after regarding Seivarden's explanation with narrowed eyes. And, sure, she knew they did it via medical technology where Seivarden was from and not magic, but the point still stood. "Would have served you right, anyway, if you'd have just lost it, good luck touching the Crumbler without any limbs at all!"

The explanation did take a little of the fire out of it, though, more burning, simmering embers now than all-consuming flames.

"I guess I can't blame you too much if it was the only choice, though," she reluctantly admitted, trying not to think of her own past unavoidable entanglements. "That mistletoe's the worst."

Much worse than this fruitcake, really, although it was an added annoyance as one went for her ankle and she promptly gave it the boot.

Seivarden wouldn't say worst, considering what could happen around here, but it definitely wasn't appreciated.

"I'm not going to kiss baby Lieutenants," she said. "They can be really frustrating if they end up having crushes on you."

She was well aware by now who was more likely to be the target of that here.

Amaya grunted faintly, shaking her head, though there seemed to be at least a little bit of wry amusement worked into it. She couldn't exactly blame Seivarden there; she didn't know Tisarwat well, but she did know that the young Radchaai was intense, and it was hard not to feel bad for whatever sad sop she'd wind up mooning over.

"Well, I suppose at least everyone...and everything," she cast a pointed glnace toward the Crumbler, "...got out fine in the end, and that's what really matters. And that it's over."

Although now they had fruitcakes, which were pretty annoying, too, and Amaya had to give the one that had been bothering her yet another kick.

"You said something else about an axe, too?"

The Crumbler had sort of taken all of her attention.

"That axe."

That Axe.

"I made a mark in the floor with it. It might need sharpening."

Seivarden actually did look a little sheepish.

Amaya blinked at her for a moment.

"That Axe?" she asked, as her eyes danced over the floor for said mark, and then danced to the weapons wall where she couldn't help now noticing that it was slightly tilted from how she usually had it hung.

"Why That Axe?"

There were so many axes, Seivarden!

Then again, that did seem to check pretty well with that certain sort of stupid boldness of Seivarden's that Amaya had come to appreciate in her.

"It... was nearby."

There had been plenty of other sharp objects nearby.

And, yes, Amaya's expression seemed to be saying exactly that, just in not so many words. Or any.

Oh, Seivarden.

"Well," she said, "but That Axe than This," she hitched her thumb back, "Crumbler, I suppose. And we all know your hands would probably burn right off if you ever had to touch a sword."

She was joking, yes. Mostly.

"How'd you like it, though? The axe?"

What? Far be it from her to possibly seize an opportunity to ply more weapons onto people. She doubted Seivarden would be interested in that one, but that meant her potentially getting to make another.

"It's... a good axe. Not that I have much experience with axes."

She had picked it mostly because it looked impressive.

"It's a great axe," Amaya corrected. "Literally. That's not just me tooting my own horn, that's literally what it's called. But, hey, if you ever wanted more experience, well..."

Yeah, she definitely knew that wouldn't work, but that would never stop her from at least trying to sneak it in every once in a while.

"I'm flattered you're trusting me with it," Seivarden said. "And I'm glad the Crumbler is ok. Tisarwat might want to know that too, so don't be surprised if she shows up asking about it. And returning the knife. She really appreciates your work."

Surprisingly Seivarden managed to look quite serious while saying this.

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