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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Sunday [07/05].

Sure, it was a little annoying that Amaya couldn't exactly make coffee as per usual, what with lemonade coming out of the faucets today, it would seem, but...but!...it turned out to be an interesting way to make a cup of tea, and it got the gears in her brain going with the realization that she'd never tried to quench a sword in lemonade before.

It was probably, most definitely going to be a terrible as a quench. A little lemon juice can be good for rust, but a lot could start to corrode, and no doubt the water in the lemonade would just turn right around and create new rust, not to mention how horrible the sugar was going to be. But there were few ways Amaya could think to spend her Sunday than experimenting in the shop with some of the extra steel she had laying about.

And when life gave you lemonade...

Besides, it gave the shop a nice citrus-sweet aroma underneath all that fire and oil, sweat and steel.

The Forge is open! And lemony fresh.

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"Fuck, I hate this island," was the first thing Seivarden said as she walked through the door, a bottle of rum in her hand. "How am I to get some tea today?"

Tssssh.

Amaya had just plunged a crudely-beaten sword into a bucket of lemonade as Seivarden walked in, looking up and biting the inside of her cheek to hold back a smirk. Cast a glance over at her cooking mug of lemonade tea and started to suspect what exactly she might think of her 'ingenuity ' there. Pulled out the sword, hastily wiped it off with a cloth close at hand.

"Could always resort to bottled iced tea from the store," she offered, already imagining what expression that would inspire. "Tjinking of doing that myself with some cold brew here in a bit. Not the same, of course, but it does in a pinch. Also..."

She took a moment to examine the blade, while her other hand found her mig and lifted it cheekily, smirk finally escaping.

"Lemonade still boils, you know..."

Seivarden wrinkled her nose at the mention of bottled iced tea, but when Amaya lifted the mug she said:

"You can't be serious."

"As a heart attack," Amaya informed her proudly after taking a pointed sip. "It's actually not that bad. A little sweet for my tastes, but you're not going to tell me lemon isn't a nice compliment to tea. Try it yourself," she held out the mig, "if you don't believe me."

Seivarden held up a hand. "Now you're just teasing me."

"I'm not!" Amaya insisted with a laugh, then a snort. "Well, actually, I am. A little. But you make it pretty easy, and I'm also serious, you should at least try it before you knock it."

"You know that's not going to happen," Seivarden said.

She opened the bottle of rum and placed it on the floor, within squirrel reach.

"Anyway, I need to talk to you."

Anything Amaya might have had to say about Seivarden's sudden lack of boldness went right out the window with that. Her brows lifted into the bangs sticking to her forehead.

None of these things together felt good. Even if it did feel like instant karma for her current indiscretions against tea.

"Ahhh, zards," she muttered, gulping down the rest of her tea and setting aside both mug and sword so she could properly bolster herself, but she couldn't keep the worried, distressed look off her face. "What about?"

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This wasn't easy for Seivarden either.

"You know that stupid break-in Summer talked me into?"

There was, at first, a relieved exhalation of breath on Amaya's part, since, at the very least, at least this wasn't likely to be anything to do with herself directly.

Even if Seivarden's choice of phrasing earned her a little bit of a skeptical look. Somehow, she didn't exactly think she had any bruises from Summer twisting her arm about it...

"Theoretically, " said Amaya, since she'd been doing a lot of pretending that such a thing didn't exist, "yes."

"Theoretically?" Seivarden asked.

Amaya shook her head, waved a dismissive hand.

"Whether or not I know about it," she explained, "depends entirely on the context in which it was asked and who just might be asking. But, i this particular case, yes, obviously, I do. So....what of it?"

And could it please be simple and short and she can go back to making steel cry by forging it with lemonade?

"It's a bit awkward," Seivarden said.

"Yes," Amaya agreed, arms folding in front of her now with a sort of impatience. If they were going to have to take about stuff, there was no need to torture her by dragging it out more than necessary, was there? "A bit. Also, the sky's blue, the grass is green, and water is...lemonade. You needed to bribe the squirrels just to tell me that?"

"Obviously I'm not going to get another axe," Seivarden said, speaking quickly now. "It's just a bit hard to let someone who doesn't talk to you know that what you did was inappropriate."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure," said Amya, "that's not exactly something she needs you to tell her..."

But Amaya was, for all her stubborn emotional ignorance, starting to pick up a little on the thread of where she thought this might be headed, and she sighed.

Looked mournfully over at her empty mug and the complete lack of coffee that would have been incredibly nice right now...

"But you feel bad," she prompted, "right? And you don't know what to do about it, since Rosa's not exactly the easiest to talk to, and that's coming from me, so that says a lot."

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Relieved that Amaya could sum it up that well, Seivarden said: "Something like that."

Which only prompted another sigh, because it was both astonishing and burdensome (and a little sad) if Seivarden truly felt that even with everyone else on this bloody island, she still felt Amaya was the best person to come to for this.

But she had to admit, she was I a unique position of knowing the both of them like she did, even if she'd rather poke her eyes out with red hot steel than admit it.

She took a rare moment to actually think before she said something, and , which caused another sigh as she dismissed a million things that would inevitably lead to all sorts of feelings she was better of knowing nothing about.

"Have you even tried just talking to her, though?"

"She just doesn't listen to me."

Seivarden sounded defensive, yes, but just as much just sad.

"Hard for anyone to listen," said Amaya, sort of stabbing in the dark on an assumption with this one, bit feeling pretty sure it was a big enough target not to miss, but her own tone had softened a little, "if you're not actually saying anything, you know..."

"She just gets defensive," Seivarden said defensively.

"And she'd have a damn good reason to be defensive in this case, too!" said Amaya, throwing up her hands, with her ow defensive snort at a response like that. "Honestly, Seivarden, you'd be lucky if defensive was all you got! Now, come on. Do you actually want solutions to your problem, or did you just come in here to complain about how hurt you are that your actions have consequences? Because if it's the latter, I'm sorry, but I have very important research I could be attending to. These swords aren't going to quench themselves."

Not this week, anyway.

"I'm listening," Seivarden objected. "I just don't see what I could say that doesn't make her walk off mid sentence."

"Well, you could at least try," said Amaya, "and if she just walks off, then that's on her. But I don't think she'd be wrong to do, by the way. I'm sure you've got a million excuses and most them point toward Summer, but none of them erase what you did. Although there's something. If you go in there and start blaming her, that's not going to fly, so you can start with not doing that."

She sucked in a breath, not exactly wanting to ask this next part, whole feeling like she should, and she had to build herself up to get it out of her.

"I mean," she managed, "what do you actually fe--" she grimaced. "What do you really feeeee--" A wince; she ducked her head, pounded a fist on her chest as if to wedge it out. "Howdoyoufeelaboutit," she coughed. "Honestly?"

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Seivarden was actually impressed that Amaya had managed to say that word.

"Well. Embarrassed. It was a stupid thing to do. And... she might get the impression that I care enough about her to break into her home and look for her dog."

If you ever needed any proof that Amaya actually did care for you, Seivarden, it was right there, all over her face, because she was still recovering from that, looking like she was going to be physically ill all over the place.

But she was sticking through it, because she needed someone to talk to, even though this next question was only going to go and make it worse.

"Well," a knot twisted uncomfortably in her stomach, "do you?"

Oof, did she regret asking that already. Could she just take it back?

"No! Of course not!"

Seivarden looked away.

"But she would think that."

Well, sure she would, considering even Amaya was sort of thinking that.

"Then why did you do it?"

But, a beat later, considering how she already felt and how she couldn't think of any answer that she'd rather not bring out into the light, she lifted up a hand. "On second thought," she said, "never mind. It doesn't matter why you did it. I don't need to know. I don't want to know, but I do know someone who probably deserves to know, so if there's anyone you should be talking to about this...just suck it up and talk to her already. What's the worst that could happen, right?"

Another beat.

"That was rhetoric," she reminded her, just in case. "Please don't actually answer that. I have plenty of ideas on that already."

"You could get to repair my apartment?" Seivarden said, answering anyway, the edge of her mouth curving.

She added, again against Amaya's explicit will: "I don't know why. So there's not much I can say, is there?"

Amaya refused to be charmed by any level of mouth-curving, thank you. Having to drop the F-word into a conversation where Seivarden literally came to her to talk when she apparently didn't even know what her F-words were was gonna stick for a bit, dammit.

Still, she said, "You know I'd love the extra work, but let's hope the dust settles a little more on the new place before we've got to start thinking about the next one. And you could say that. You could say you're sorry. I honestly couldn't give a wombat's stunted tail what you say, but you should probably be out saying it to her, Seivarden, not me."

And even though she thought she couldn't be charmed, she did find herself adding, "Don't worry. I'll make you a really nice casket when it's over."

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Seivarden snorted.

"I really wish I could make some tea.

She gestured at Amaya's mug. "That doesn't count."

"You think me just saying I'm sorry and her glaring at me will make any difference?"

Amaya sighed again, then looked at Seivarden frankly for a moment, as if considering it carefully, even though she pretty much knew what she was going to say.

"Yes," she said. "I do. Maybe not for her, I'll be honest, but don't you think it might at least help you..." she sucked in breath; come on, Blackstone, you can say it..., "feeeeeee^ee-eel," boy, did that word take a journey, "better if you did?"

Seivarden did appreciate your effort, Amaya, she really did.

"I... suppose I might."

She was trying so. HARD. She deserved at least a few ales or jello shot competitions for all this, honestly.

Not anytime soon, though, because, oh zounds, her stomach.

"Won't know unless you try," she offered, although now she couldn't help wondering if it was as hard for Summer to convince Seivarden to break into rosa's apartment as it was convincing her to just apologize for breaking into Rosa's apartment.

Edited 2020-07-05 20:20 (UTC)

It was an interesting question that even Seivarden didn't know the answer to.

"I suppose I don't."

"Soooo," said Amaya, after a few moments of seeing if that was it and at least trying not to look too hopeful about the awkward silence that it created, "...good talk?"

Edited 2020-07-05 21:54 (UTC)

Seivarden smiled a little. "Good talk. It would have been better with tea, but still, good talk."

Best to add something about tea when things got awkward.

"Ohthankthestars," gushed Amaya, in the release of all that air she seemed to have been holding throughout that whole thing and then some, her shoulders slagging as if she'd just been run through the ringer or had been fighting a viscious battle with a dragon that just would not go down for hours, because, honestly, that was what it felt like, and she swiped the back of her hand across her forehead, feeling like this whole thing made her sweat far more than the forge and her work ever could.

"I don't know about tea right now," she allowed, "but I do have plenty of alcohol."

Even if her head and her stomach were in stark disagreement with each other on that idea.

"Alcohol would be good," Seivarden said quickly.

Amaya grinned a little bit and nodded, hitched a thumb over her shoulder toward the stairs.

"You head on up," she offered, "and puruse the options while I stoke down the forge and close up for a lunch, then."

And she was aware of the fact that alcohol could potentially lead to more talk, but also alcohol might lead to her being able to handle it a little better, too.

Probably not, but it was a possibility!

Seivarden grinned back, then headed towards the stairs.

There was no substitute for tea, but if there was, it was alcohol, of course.

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