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fandomtownies2022-11-15 04:08 am
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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [11/15].
It was a late start, down in the forge that day, because Amaya had to spend the morning picking up after her younger self, who had not quite yet broken out of her habit of just leaving books scattered around everywhere and then she had to duck into the greenhouse to ensure that the budding horticulturalist that she'd been hadn't really caused any irrevocable damage. A few of the plants that should have been watered more looked a little parched, but that was an easy fix, and the lobsters were definitely feeling a little lethargic from overfeeding.
But, over all, she'd mostly kept her herself that weekend except for the carnival, so no real harm or foul there. The consequences of the one encounter she did have could be interesting, but Amaya was mostly just sort of hoping it would be generally forgotten and dismissed.
Unlikely, she knew, but still...
...and then it was downstairs to start up the forge and try to get herself back into whatever it was that had been interrupted by the weeend.
After double checking to make sure all the weapons had, indeed, turned back to their normal sharp selves. Around here, she really wouldn't be surprised if there was at least one or two standouts, the off inflatable hammer or foam sword still lingering about.
The Forge is open!
But, over all, she'd mostly kept her herself that weekend except for the carnival, so no real harm or foul there. The consequences of the one encounter she did have could be interesting, but Amaya was mostly just sort of hoping it would be generally forgotten and dismissed.
Unlikely, she knew, but still...
...and then it was downstairs to start up the forge and try to get herself back into whatever it was that had been interrupted by the weeend.
After double checking to make sure all the weapons had, indeed, turned back to their normal sharp selves. Around here, she really wouldn't be surprised if there was at least one or two standouts, the off inflatable hammer or foam sword still lingering about.
The Forge is open!