Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [04/18].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had been through more that enough of these weekends to know how things typically went once it was all over and the kids had cleared out and she would stubbornly spend the following week pretending like it hadn't happened at all. Tidying up the shop and finding all the little pieces and things Zephyr had worked on (those were some very cunning new helmets, for the lobsters, there, that Amaya was pretty impressed she'd even had time for), trying to ignore how nice it was to have that second anvil in good use again while deftly avoiding any acknowledgement of the word apprentice, and wondering just what to do about the small pile of interesting rocks that had been collected over the past few days over on the counter.

(Ignore them, mostly. Maybe find them homes in some of the pots around the greenhouse. She was trying to lean into that notion rather than the other, far more ridiculous one, that popped into her head about just getting a nice jar to put them in...)

But mostly, she was just intent on setting things back in order around the shop, and hoping that getting back to working on Margo's hammer meant not having to think about anything too much if she could help it.

Especially not the fact that she had been through more than enough of these weekends, and there was a particular trend of things tending to go, well...there seemed to be patterns, in how these things went, that's all she was willing to say even to herself, about any of that.

The Forge is open!

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[begmetwice]

If you didn't know Irene well, you probably wouldn't notice anything amiss today. But she was dressed casually when she wandered into the forge today, and absent were her usual trilling greetings and confident sashaying.

She wasn't exactly sad Gareth had returned to his actual parents; she'd been through enough of these to know that he would, and she didn't even mind admitting to herself, by the end of the weekend, that she quite liked the sweet little monster a lot. Really, the thing that was weighing on her was that she'd been rather expecting a different little boy, and the fact that he hadn't turned up almost felt like something of a sign, in a long string of them.

That, and how much Gareth had made her think about the circumstances of his existence, too. (Like, literally, she still didn't know how that worked, but also less...literally.)

"'Lo, Amaya," she called as she wandered in. "What're we working on today?"

Of course she noticed the interesting rocks on the counter straight away, and that they hadn't been cleared out already did a funny thing to her chest.