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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [08/02].

Amaya never really put much stock in those weekends where glimpses of the potential future seemed to filter on in; she could categorically say that each one she'd experienced was clearly so ridiculous that their likelihood was pretty unlikely, if you asked her, not to mention all the various inconsistencies and, quite frankly, impossibilities. Although, she had to admit, this last one did give her some interesting food for thought, with something that didn't so much involve her personally, but that scrawny dangly kind from Llewdor who she half thought was going to smash his hands to bits when he took her class last session? Becoming the king of Daventry and actually doing a good job of it?

Now that was interesting. And something she thought about a little as she got back to work on that scythe, realizing it wouldn't be long before the blade was finished enough that she'd have to go find some good wood to use for the handle. Or, really, maybe, since she and Dwight actually were talking about and getting back to some cooperative projects, she could actually just shift it over to him, see how he could handle a handle, so to speak.

The Forge is open!

[[ and the Dwight thread happens last in the chronology, for...obvious reasons lol ]]

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It was later in the day when Dwight finally left his shop and headed to the forge. And with a quick stop at The Perk on the way meant it was well into the afternoon by the time he was walking into the forge.

"Hey, Amaya. Got a few minutes for some quick business talk?" he asked as he walked in. Ya know, just so there was no concern about what was coming up in the conversation.

Amaya met that question with a snort, while smoothing out the curve of the scythe blade. "Do I have a few minutes for business!" she remarked. "I'm practically made of minutes for business!"

In fact, she was just going to take a second to finish up what she'd been working on, enough to get it to a good pausing point and set it aside, looking now at Dwight expectantly, hands (one will the hammer still in it) on her hips.

"Got some of that inlay work for me already?"

"Aye brought a few of the panels for the headboard over" Dwight said with a nod to the hand cart parked by the doorway. "Figured would be easier than trying to cart over the whole assembled thing if you only need a few panels for the inlay sections."

There was a slight pause before Dwight continued.

"Also brought this" he said as he set a cup carrier down on the table. "Stopped by The Perk on the way to get some just to...." well he didn't really know why other than that it felt odd not to. He gave a small shrug and nodded to the cups, one with "Blackstone" scribbled on it and the other with "Hendrickson".

"Appreciated," said Amaya, nodding at the cup in approval, because, like she always said, she was never going to say no to a free coffee, especially a bit later in the day when the extra refuel was particularly helpful. "And probably smart," she added, setting aside the hammer and taking a moment to brush her hands on her skirt before coming over to claim her cup, "bringing it over in pieces, though, you have to admit. Lugging the whole thing back and forth would make for one helluva workout."

"Maybe on the next one" Dwight said with a laugh. "But right now it's just the two panels."

He took his own cup and fiddled with it for a minute before taking a drink then nodding towards the anvil.

"Hows the scythe coming along?"

"Funny you should ask," said Amaya. "I was just thinking about how she'd pretty near ready for a handle, and how much of a shame it is I don't know anyone who's any good with wood for it."

"Ah now see, i just happen to know a guy who just got an order of blackthorn branches 8n a few days go" Dwight said with a smirk."Pretty sure he'd be happy to help" he said with tge faintest hint of a wink.

"You don't say!" Amaya remarked, although, really, it was a shame if that little condition of his that seemed to make his eye twitch like that seemed to have sparked back up again, which seemed to have made the statement a little stiffer than she might have preferred. She cleared her throat a little, but forged forward with determination. "Think any of those branches would have some good length to them? This here's going to be a statement piece, and, as you can see," she hitched her thumb toward the blade, "this isn't going to be just some measley little wheat harvester!"

Hey, some habits died hard, despite a person's best efforts. He was trying!

"Well," Dwight said with a thought back to loading that wood the other day. "There are a few that are at least as tall as I am, so those might work well actually. Can probably get a really nice fancy carved handle made up with no problem."

"Not too fancy, though," said Amaya, after a sip from her coffee. "Don't want your fellow's handiwork outshining my own! As a matter of fact..."

But whatever else Amaya was going to add to that disappeared completely. As had Amaya herself, or so it would seem at first, as that coffee cup fell from a hand that was no longer there, splashing onto the table.

Thankfully, it stayed mostly on the table, so that the floppy-eared rabbit that sat where Amaya's feet had been didn't find herself having a nice coffee shower!

Dwight had gotten a bit distracted by the blade from what he could see from his vantage point, so he wasn't looking at Amaya at that moment.

"Hummm? What was that?" he asked as she trailed off. But then he heard the splash of the cup and turned. "Amaya, are you alri...."

And forgive Dwight a brief moment of confusion as he turned to see he was (seemingly) alone in the forge.

"Amaya?" he asked as he moved to the other side of the table, wondering exactly what rand of island shenanigans he had gotten himself involved with again. And his answer was clear as he stood there staring where Amaya had been standing.

The island definitely did usually let a person breathe a little before jumping from one shenanigan to the next, but it would not seem to be the case as far as Amaya was concerned. Amaya, who, much down lower to the ground, much fuzzier, and a lot less bipedial, who sniffed around for a moment before she hopped forward, under the table, toward the other side, taking a moment to sniff suspiciously at the table's legs before then moving on to Dwight's shoes.

"Amaya? Is... that you?" he asked as he slowly knelt down and held a hand out towards the admittedly quite adorable ball of fur. "Of course it's you.... who else would it be huh?" he added with a smile and a small chuckle.

It could have been a spontaneously generated rabbit out of nowhere! It was possible!

It wasn't, of course, but it could have been.

Amaya's attention shifted easily toward warily sniffing at the hand now, too, which seemed to have captured her attention for a little longer, before she just turned her head and started to hop off to see what else there was to explore.

Dwight smiled at the whiskers that tickled his hand slightly and then watched Amaya, in her new fluffy form, hop away.

"Guess we are both gong to have a few eventful days following an eventful weekend" he said with a slight shake of his head. "Where you getting off to anyways?" he asked, knowing he wasn't going to get an answer, as he tried to clean up the spilled coffee while still keeping an eye on her.

Over to the other side of the shop, of course! Where the Crubler and all its potential for climbing, hiding, and perilous danger was!

Amaya was making pretty good progress toward it with those hops of hers, too, almost as if, in any form at all, she just naturally gravitated toward the thing.

Of course rabbit!Amaya would have as much a fascination with things that could smash, cut, stab, or otherwise maim as human!Amaya would!

"Hey now, be careful over there!" Dwight called out as he quickly finished wiping off the counter and threw the cup and rags out. Walking over he bent down to scoop up the rabbit before she somehow managed to turn the thing on and really get herself into a mess.

Hey, now, it was fine! She'd built it! Sure, that had been when she'd had a human brain and opposable thumbs, but still! She wouldn't make a mess out of anything!

A few offended little grunts and squeaks of protestation at being so rudely interrupted in her pursuits emerged from the now very wriggly rabbit trying to escape such unjust captivity.

"Oh come on now..." Dwight said trying to hold the squirming bundle of fluff, petting her to try and calm her down as he shifted her into the crook of his arm and tried to stand. "You would never let me hear the end of it if you lost any fur to Miss Crumbler...." Dwight said with a laugh, imagining how missing fur might translate to Amaya's quite abundant hair. "Aaaaannnndddd.... I'm talking to a rabbit," he said with a shake of his head.

Missing fur was clearly a risk that Amaya was willing to take just now, and it was a consequence she would entirely take full responsibility for! But she clearly wasn't worried. Fortune favored the bold!

And anyone who knew Amaya should know that petting would hardly be effective, whether when a rabbit or otherwise! She was clearly planning on squirming out of Dwight's hold until it worked or until she got too tired.

Which would probably come a bit sooner than she'd expected, truth be told.

Liz wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to try and work on her crib today but she really needed the distraction and she thought it probably wouldn't hurt to do some work on trying to focus her powers.

She stopped by the Forge later that morning as she usually did, she wasn't sure how much energy she did have for this but she wanted to see what work she could get done that morning.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"Ah, Liz!" Amaya remarked, looking up for a brief moment from her current project before getting right back to a few more blows to sort of wrap it up for the time being. "Weren't sure you'd be making it in today or not. Just give me one sec to finish hammering out this curve and I'll be right with you."

"Okay," Liz said quietly, "I - I wasn't sure if I would be coming in myself," she admitted.

"Well," said Amaya, over the steady sound of a few more whacks with her hammer on the scythe blade, "better late than never, although, really, if you skipped a week or two, I'm sure we'll be fine. Definitely not a project that's in any rush, although I'd bet, if you're not careful, that kind of thing can sneak up on you, too."

“I … I think after the weekend I need something to focus on,” Liz said quietly, “something to distract myself … it’s, I thought I could do a bit of work today and see how I go with everything,”

Amaya made a small, distasteful expression at the mention of the weekend, but she certainly wasn't one to delve into it further than that if she could help it.

"Think you want to take one some of the bending and shaping?" she wondered. "Or will that be too much, and we should stick to some more welding? Could probably start getting the frame together, at this point."

Liz considered the options, “maybe I could try and see how I go with bending and shaping this week?” she suggested, she thought that might be a good outlet for her powers.

Amaya nodded a little. "That's sort of what I was thinking, too," she admitted. "Sometimes, it's good to have something we can have a little control over when the island sends us something we can't possibly."

Which was actually a pretty astute understanding of emotions, for Amaya Blackstone.

Don't worry, she definitely wasn't planning on making a habit of anything like that.

She was, however, already moving away from the anvil and over to the counter, where the materials for the crib were set aside behind and where her computer also was.

"Want me to cue up some of that music we talk about last week?" she offered.

“I think I do need a bit of control right now,” Liz admitted softly.

“but I would like some music please,” she nodded, feeling that music, especially the Beatles would definitely be a help in focus.

Amaya nodded, swinging her mouse around on the counter to wake the computer up as she leaned over it. "Here's hoping I managed to figure this out, then," she said.

And then took....a considerable amount of time just navigating the screen, with a few "whoops" and "not that"s and "now where did I...?"s sprinkled in there before, finally, an "Ah-ha!" and she triumphantly straightened back up with musical victory.

Then blinked as silence settled instead.

"Oh, right!" she realized. "The volume!"

Look, they didn't even have electricity where she was from. Computers did not exactly come naturally to her. But, soon enough, the roar of the forge would be accompanied by the musical stylings of the Fab Four to get them going.

There was a very small smile as she heard those familiar tunes, “oh wow, this is incredible,” she said, “I think this will definitely help with the focus,”

"Well," said Amaya, almost a little cheerfully, as it was good to hear Liz maybe gain a little more confidence, "only one way to find out!"

And, with that, she reached under the counter to emerge with an armful of metal rods, bringing them over to a worktable and dropping and spreading them all with a clatter. She nodded to the bars, and then to Liz.

"Let's see what you can do."

Liz considered her options and then summoned her flames in one hand, she took a deep breath and went to pick up one of the metal rods.

She kept her focus on the rod and her flames and making it get as hot as she could go.

Having the music of her favourite band playing was definitely helping, she was able to keep any distracting thoughts out of her and focus just on the flames and making the rod hotter.

It was a bit different, for sure, having the music playing, definitely not something Amaya could see adapting for herself, but, hey, if it helped Liz? THen it helped Liz. And she leaned on the counter a little just to sort of watch the process, hoping that didn't somehow work as a detriment, too.

Liz kept the flames going, she focused on the heat and feeling the rod get hotter but it wasn’t hurting her to hold on.

Sometimes she did occasionally hum along to the songs but she was able to keep her focus.

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