fandomtownies | Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [04/09].

You know, when one managed to not expose themselves to a full week of this island's nonsense, it wasn't half bad! Amaya was actually feeling incredibly proud of herself, and in how she felt she was really rising above it, she'd certainly been doing a good job of ignoring a few texts that had hit her phone that she absolutely wasn't thinking about constantly. Nope! Not her! Not Amaya Blackstone! She was tough and didn't believe in this sort of thing and could power through it all just fine, all she needed was the blazing heat of the forge in her face, the sweat dripping down her back, as she hammered away at her steel until her breath was gone and her arms were sore and her face flushed red from the exertion.

Yup! Totally rising above this! Not even the least bit bothered!

...the small mountain of aggressively forged swords that just kept building, however, would like to beg to differ.

But Amaya would like to point out that, sure, maybe she wasn't actually rising above her more baser impulses right now as well as she tried convincing herself that she was, but...she would like to think that at least this was more productive than....that would be.

She would like to point that out, but she wouldn't. Because she actually wasn't so sure about that right about now.

The Forge is open!