fandomtownies | Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [04/16].

Even though she'd skipped out on most of last week, the time she was there had been...productive enough in the forge that this last week had mostly been dedicated to going through what she'd hammered out and seeing what should be melted back down into something else and what was worth salvaging and sprucing up into something nice for the weapons wall or for some good discount basic swords.

There was also plenty of stuff she'd been working on with Zephyr while she was here to sort through, including a couple medals that apparently hadn't made it to their perspective owners that she might have to do something about, and a lot of pieces of armor that looked very cool but were absolutely useless when it came to functionality. The girl was definitely creative, but not very practical, when you got right down to it.

Needless to say, Amaya had plenty of things to keep her busy, and there was one sword she'd started last week in particular that seemed to be going down a nice route as she continued to work on it, which had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the blade of the sword was practically longer than she was tall, really!

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Since there were neither sex pollen nor children around to make things awkward, Seivarden decided to stop by and see how Amaya was doing.

"Need a tea break?"

She had brought a flask.

"Pretty sure the answer to a question like need," Amaya noted, looking up from the absurdly large sword she was working on while interally criticizing her fake daughter for putting tassels on a glaive with a faint grin, "depends on who you're asking, but..."

Just a few more bangs on that edge before setting down the hammer and balancing the sword between the anvils.

"I could go for some tea. How's it going, Seivarden?"

"Oh, not bad," Seivarden said, bringing out two cups and the flask. "And yourself? How is business?"

"Dreadfully slow," Amaya admitted honestly with a bit of a sigh and a glance toward the still-a-decent-sized-pile-of-swords that might have made it seem otherwise to anyone who didn't know about last week and Amaya's general coping mechanisms with such things, but she shrugged her shoulders when her gaze went back to Seivarden, "but that's nothing new these days, unfortunately. At least I've also got the teaching gig to help."

Seivarden knew Amaya well enough to be able to guess part of the reason behind that pile. She offered Amaya a cup of tea.

"Sorry to hear that. How is the gun doing?"

"Well, that's been finsihed for a while now," said Amaya, with a nod of thanks as she took the offered cup. "Collecting dust mostly at the moment, I guess, until maybe a new upgrade strikes my fancy, but I've definitely been back on swords again. How's the bartending?"

"Quiet," Seivarden said. "It's hard to get regulars when I can't match Summer's jello shots. Appau Eric now has a leather pants night."

She wasn't too bothered by the whole thing, but she had considered trying to raise tha bar in order to show Breq she was doing well here.

"I can see why jello shots and leather pants could be hard to compete with," said Amaya with an amused snort. "I should try to swing by at least one of these nights. Mondays, right?"

She'd been sort of meaning to. She'd been meaning to get out a lot more than she did in general, really ~~but it was some highly contested brain real estate to duke it out for~~.

"Mondays," Seivarden said. "I'd offer you a sword night but I don't think there are any sword club people around anymore."

She still didn care much for swords, or for the sword club, but she was prepare to make an effort in order to impress Breq.

"Might be a good way to suss them out if there are!" said Amaya, who would be very interested in located any sword enthusiasts around the island these days, because that well had run dryer than the mid-Daventry-Llewdor desert! "Could be a good counterpoint to the axes at the Nest, too, though I don't think Caritas is equipped as much for sword-tossing."

"I suppose you could always stop by and demonstrate the swords in a way that doesn't pose a danger to the place or the people," Seivarden said.

She had come a long way, hadn't she?

"I'm not really sure I'm the person for that kind of job," Amaya admitted wryly, especially since when teaching about weapons was her job, the person who covered that part was...well... "Now, if you needed me to demonstrate what makes a sword and how to tell if you've got a good one, then I'm your gal, but I think asking me to demonstrate the actaul safety of them is a good way to wind up with a spike in eyepatch sales around here. I'm sure you can find a nice hook that won't involve weaponry."

"Probably for the best," Seivarden agreed. "I don't need people poking their eyes out, especially not in a place where they can't grow them back."

But Amaya, she had offered! Weren't you impressed?

"Now that I can go back home perhaps I should bring some decent arrack to the bar."

"Well, now, there's an idea," said Amaya, who pretty much figured everyone should be more accepting of swords in general and so no extra points awarded for merely coming around to what was, for her, just plain common sense, sorry, Seivarden! "You can promote that. Only place outside the Radch I'd imagine you could get arrack, if you were to do that. That might pique a few people's interests.

"Assuming, anyway," she added with a grin, "we're not just all too uncivilized to appreciate it."

Seivarden snorted. "That would be the perfect test, wouldn't it. Although the people who drink anything alcoholic aren't necessarily civilised."

"Hey, now," said Amaya. "I resemble that remark!"

"That doesn't mean you aren't civilised," Seivarden pointed out. Whether she was or not Seivarden wasn't going to discuss.

So let's change the subject.

"Oh, I wanted to ask you, do you miss the movie class?"

Amaya had never been shy about blatantly embracing her lack of civility, and would actually be a little disappointed at herself for any points that Seivarden might have used to suggest she was anything but uncivilized, but, well...

"Sometimes," she said, shrugging a little, "sure. It definitely lost quite a bit of its steam there once Peter left, but I've always enjoyed...most of it."

Musicals, mushiness, and flirting Shinigami aside.

"Thinking of trying to start it back up?" she wondered, since otherewise it seemed a bit like a non-sequitor.

"Not as a class, no," Seivarden said. "But I'm thinking about inviting some people over now and then to watch Radchaai entertainments."

Trying to be sociable. And trying very hard not to make this sound like a "movie night".

"Maybe Ignis or Summer."

No, Seivarden, you actually had a TV. You were pretty safe in that respect these days.

"You could sign me up for something like that, too, sure," Amaya grinned faintly. "I miss seeing all those nice ships blowing up."

"You might have to endure the parts in between though," Seivarden said with a smirk.

"I think," Amaya reasoned, with a tilt of her head and her brows lifted as if surprised she hadn't thought of this before, "those'll be the times when it's a good idea to go find more snacks."

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