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fandomtownies2022-02-14 04:41 am
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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Monday [02/14].
WELP. Amaya had gotten flowers this year, and she really, really wished she could say she was surprised, but...she very unfortunately wasn't, and now she had to figure out what to do with a bunch of flowers for the mushy holiday, from someone who should've known better and from someone who knew exactly what she was doing.
There was at least...some hesitation, though, because the problem was that Amaya actually really did like flowers. Her greenhouse was her second favorite thing in the world outside of her forge, and her green thumb prevented her from being wholly callous about the whole thing. Seemed a shame, after all, they were very nice flowers and it would be a terrible waste, but they were clearly tainted with mushiness, and she wouldn't even be able to really enjoy them without having to think about what was behind them. It might be a little harsh, some feelings might be hurt, but it was important to just get it out there and let it be perfectly known where she stood on mushy holiday flowers.
So into the forge they went. First, without even much hesitation and a part of her almost thinking it was a shame she couldn't be here to witness it, the ones from Irene that proved their point quite well since Amaya couldn't even look at them without matching their variety of colors, and then the ones with the confusing riddle of a note from Dwight, and she felt far worse about throwing his into the forge, but doing so with his was even more important, she felt, because really, now, she expected that kind of behavior out of Irene, but him?
And as for the other set of flowers, well....those were clearly meant for someone else entirely, and she had to shake her head a little because how could they have gotten it wrong like that? She certainly wasn't about to throw someone else's flowers into the forge, that would just be rude, but there was just the matter of figuring out who they were supposed to go to so they could get to their rightful owners. But without any indication of receipient or who sent them with that note, she was a bit stuck.
Something to figure out later, perhaps, because, with all these flowers going into the forge, she at least figured she could use that as inspiration, and was going to use today's heat to work on an idea for one of those fancy and elaborate hilts for a nice epee or rapier perhaps, that resembled a twisting guard of thorned branches with a few buds of roses for flair.
The Forge is open!
[[ HAD. TO. def open, but expect SP ]]
There was at least...some hesitation, though, because the problem was that Amaya actually really did like flowers. Her greenhouse was her second favorite thing in the world outside of her forge, and her green thumb prevented her from being wholly callous about the whole thing. Seemed a shame, after all, they were very nice flowers and it would be a terrible waste, but they were clearly tainted with mushiness, and she wouldn't even be able to really enjoy them without having to think about what was behind them. It might be a little harsh, some feelings might be hurt, but it was important to just get it out there and let it be perfectly known where she stood on mushy holiday flowers.
So into the forge they went. First, without even much hesitation and a part of her almost thinking it was a shame she couldn't be here to witness it, the ones from Irene that proved their point quite well since Amaya couldn't even look at them without matching their variety of colors, and then the ones with the confusing riddle of a note from Dwight, and she felt far worse about throwing his into the forge, but doing so with his was even more important, she felt, because really, now, she expected that kind of behavior out of Irene, but him?
And as for the other set of flowers, well....those were clearly meant for someone else entirely, and she had to shake her head a little because how could they have gotten it wrong like that? She certainly wasn't about to throw someone else's flowers into the forge, that would just be rude, but there was just the matter of figuring out who they were supposed to go to so they could get to their rightful owners. But without any indication of receipient or who sent them with that note, she was a bit stuck.
Something to figure out later, perhaps, because, with all these flowers going into the forge, she at least figured she could use that as inspiration, and was going to use today's heat to work on an idea for one of those fancy and elaborate hilts for a nice epee or rapier perhaps, that resembled a twisting guard of thorned branches with a few buds of roses for flair.
The Forge is open!
[[ HAD. TO. def open, but expect SP ]]