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fandomtownies2022-05-13 07:18 am
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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [05/13].
All things considered, Amaya felt like her class had gone pretty well yesterday, even if her utter lack of sleep this week meant that she couldn't have gone into as much detail and actually get them started on actually forging some stuff right away. Probably for the better, she realized, as she took much longer stoking the forge that morning, on her third cup of coffee already, and realizing that she was definitely not getting any of the heavy work done today. And that was...
...well, it wasn't fine. Amaya hated feeling this unproductive almost as much as she hated not being able to actually get any sleep, but letting the students poke around yesterday meant at least there were a few things out of place here and there and she could put them away, and that was at least something, before she would settle in behind the counter and just stare at her Etsy stuff for hours until she managed to step out of the fog enough to actually post some new products.
Of course, she did slowly become aware that a few things appeared to have been....missing. One of her hammers, she definitely noticed that, and there was definitely a hatchet missing off the wall, that was pretty obvious.
The throwing stars, they, at least, especially in her current state, would go unnoticed, but it was very clear to her that someone in her class (and it wasn't that difficult to narrow down a guess) had some sticky fingers.
....she did discover one very familiar shiny gold coin waiting for her on the counter, though, which she picked up, turned over, bit to check if it was real, and then shook her head.
"I am....way too tired to deal with this right now," she decided, flipped the coin in what would have been a pretty smooth move if she'd actually caught it, but she didn't, and it went skittering to the floor, rolling into some crack in the floorboards, and now she was going to spend the next hour deciding if she had enough energy to actually go scrambling after it.
The Forge is open!
...well, it wasn't fine. Amaya hated feeling this unproductive almost as much as she hated not being able to actually get any sleep, but letting the students poke around yesterday meant at least there were a few things out of place here and there and she could put them away, and that was at least something, before she would settle in behind the counter and just stare at her Etsy stuff for hours until she managed to step out of the fog enough to actually post some new products.
Of course, she did slowly become aware that a few things appeared to have been....missing. One of her hammers, she definitely noticed that, and there was definitely a hatchet missing off the wall, that was pretty obvious.
The throwing stars, they, at least, especially in her current state, would go unnoticed, but it was very clear to her that someone in her class (and it wasn't that difficult to narrow down a guess) had some sticky fingers.
....she did discover one very familiar shiny gold coin waiting for her on the counter, though, which she picked up, turned over, bit to check if it was real, and then shook her head.
"I am....way too tired to deal with this right now," she decided, flipped the coin in what would have been a pretty smooth move if she'd actually caught it, but she didn't, and it went skittering to the floor, rolling into some crack in the floorboards, and now she was going to spend the next hour deciding if she had enough energy to actually go scrambling after it.
The Forge is open!