Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [08/20].

[special_rabbit]

The only glowing stones that Amaya was dealing with that week weren't actually stones at all, but rather coal and embers from the forge as she was hard at work forcing a comparrison into a description.

However, she'd made pretty good progress on the online order she'd gotten from a customer up in Canada with some pretty unique weapons design that she had been really excited to sink her hammer into and was feeling incredibly proud of the results. Definitely a lot of potential there, she felt, especially with the winter months right around the corner.

And just wait until she got started on those pucks! There were going to be so many spikes, you guys!

The Forge is open!

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[1000yearstoolate]

"Any new projects?"

Seivarden was aware that she had promised Amaya that she would try her hand at a sword, and while it was probably going to be a complete failure, she was at least going to get some credit for trying.

Anyone who tried to tell her she wasn't trying hard enough in Fandom was going to hear about that sword.

She leaned against the doorframe, grinning.

[special_rabbit]

"Ah! Seivarden!" said Amaya, in greeting, looking up from the quickly sharpening edge of one of the hockey halberd hybrids and meeting her grin with on of hee own. She held the weapon slightly aloft. "Just finishing up on one! For a client up north. A real set of beauties, ain't they?"

She didn't expect Seivarden to truly appreciate just how great they were, but, if she wound up appreciating them even a little, she'd feel pretty good about her influence finally settling in to roost.

"Why?" she then asked. "Got something new for me?"

She doubted that, too, but you couldn't blame a gal for being hopeful.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I thought you were going to teach me make a sword," Seivarden said, then nodded towards the weapon. "Those look... nice."

Whatever they were.

"I brought tea."

[special_rabbit]

Amaya took a moment to preen, because nice from Seivarden on anything regarding bladed weapons was pretty high praise!

Then she smirked a little. "Of course you did," she said, regarding the tea, and as for the sword? She finished up one more sharpening stroke on the current weapon, examined it, and, satisfied, set it aside to turn her full attention on her friend.

"I thought maybe you'd chickened out on me," she teased. "Come to give it an honest try, finally, have we?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Why would I chicken out?" Seivarden said, placing the tea flask on a nearby table. "Did you really think that of me?"

She grinned at Amaya, actually a bit proud of herself for not chickening out.

[special_rabbit]

"I think the smart choice in this situation is to just not answer that question," Amaya decided stoutly, with a smirk. "Though it will be interesting to see what you might remember from my class."

A pause.

"If anything."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Of course I..." Seivarden began while taking a step backwards before hitting her head on that sharp shuriken that was stuck in the wall.

A long line of colourful Radchaai curses followed (ones that most Radchaai only knew from historical dramas) as Seivarden leaned against the wall, pressing a hand against her head.

[special_rabbit]

Hey! Amaya knew some of those curses! Mostly also just from historical dramas, but still!

She winced, though, as soon as that impact hit, sucking in a sharp breath between her teeth.

"Watch out for the shuriken," she offered, a day late and a sharp pointy object to the head short.

"Here I thought I'd blocked the space better than that," she murmured, mostly to herself and considering the racks around the offending wall before then turning it toward the injured party.

"You okay, there, Seivarden?"

She was probably going to have to take a look...

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden swore again, then looked at her hand, which had blood on it.

"Aatr's tits, Amaya, why did you put that there?"

[special_rabbit]

"I didn't do it!" Amaya huffed out almost indignantly before her thumb hitched over her shoulder toward the true culprit. "The Crumbler did! Plucked it right out of the floor and straight into the wall! At that point, I figured it was more trouble than it was worth, and that most people could manage to avoid a giant spiky circle in the wall!"

Apparently, she was wrong!

But at the sight of blood, Amaya blinked, and hurried into action. "Here," she said, hurrying behind the counter to grab some of the few clean rags she kept around just on case of an injury like this one, and shoved them over. "Hold these to the back of your head, have a seat, I'm going to run upstairs for some fresh water," you definitely didn't wa t her using what she kept in the shop for quenching!, "and we'll see if we can do anything for it or if we need to make a little trip on down to the clinic..."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Not the clinic!" Seivarden immediately replied. "You don't know what they might do. I have a medkit at home..."

More swearing. It probably wasn't bad, and while it did hurt she had endured worse.