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Forge Three - (Audio/Action)

Bloody fairies never manage to get things right, do they?

[Like many, Gendry received his boon two days ago, but he hasn't gotten any closer to making proper use of it. Oh sure, walking back and forth through a set of mirrors is a jolly experience, but it's a pain in the ass if they're both in the same room. Though he won't deny he did have a bit of fun setting them across each other and walking through the portal over and over. But! That's not what he'd wanted!]

Seems if you want something decent, you've got to be specific. Seven hells... [He has no choice! He must do the unthinkable:] Stiles, you still about?

[Yes. He must ask STILES for help. That most dreaded of occurrences! Sure, there might be other people who could teleport him from Cothromach to Troichean Beinn in a blink of the eye. But those are other people and Gendry's faith in other people is roughly equivalent to his faith in this war ending amicably. If he's called a suspicious bastard, then it is a one hundred perfect accurate description of him.

But the locket is still in his hand and he realizes he's addressing both courts at large. Damn.]

... just, be careful about your boons, eh? The fairies like to be stingy, if you let them. [There. He's done the community at large a favor.]

[At the Cothromach]

backdated to 26th
When Gendry wasn't in his room messing about with a set of magic mirrors, he was hard at work at one of the forges. Though he wasn't officially apprenticing at any of the shops, one of the master smiths had agreed to hire Gendry on while he was in the city. So that meant keeping busy as he hammered tirelessly at some new sword. His Shard ached as he drew on its power to give superhuman blows. It was hard work and the sword wouldn't even be his, but he now knew enough about dwarven magic that he could finally give his uncle a good and strong sword. This is what he'd been doing ever since the battle had ended and he'd at last turned his work to other projects. This item was now nearly done and by evening, after he'd honed it to a razor's edge, he would find his uncle's home in the Cothromach to come knocking.

27th
After his message on the lockets, Gendry left to be at his normal routine. He was living in the Keeper's tower now and so he would eat his first and last meals of the day there. Other hours would see him in the market, working at one of the forges earning his wages by small commissions of tools or shoeing horses. Hardly work for an apprentice of Bordan Gret, but he did not seem to mind this simpler work. For those looking to find him or simply anyone in the city looking for goods, he was an easy man to find. His grumbling about boons aside, he was in as good a mood as he could be expected to be in.

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[ she makes a face.] If I were more handsome, I'd have to be married off.

Aye, we'll find you some pretty young lady to marry.

[ a scowl now.] I'm never getting married. And not ever to a lady. [ ladies are the worst. so fussy and incapable of doing anything but talk about pretty things and sewing. ] Besides you're the one who needs the mirror more than me. I think you have something on your face.

Edited 2014-11-29 18:34 (UTC)

Aye, that's called a beard. Besides, what would be so bad about marrying a lady? [Not that he had plans of marrying one anytime soon or ever.]

Is that what it's meant to be? [ smirk. she's so pleased with herself.] Ladies make a fuss about everything! All the want to talk about is stitching and handsome knights. They're stupid.

Edited 2014-11-29 23:57 (UTC)

Do they? I've known a few now. Ain't one of them said a single bit about stitching to me. [Granted he only knows three, so maybe he's just in the wrong crowd.]

Because you're a boy.

Well then don't marry a lady then. You're not like to find many husbands who like talking of stitching.

[ you will marry a high lord and rule his castle, and your sons shall be knights, and princes, and lords. ] I don't want to marry anyone ever.

I ain't given it any thought. No one would want a bastard for a father.

That's not true. [ she says it for jon's sake as well as gendry's.] I wouldn't care.

Like you'd know that. If your father was a bastard, you wouldn't be a Stark. You'd be some dirty girl who only wished she could marry some knight or lord.

No, I wouldn't! [ lords and knights had proven to be either craven or cruel in their world. and princes? the worst of them all.] I don't ever want to marry a lord or a knight. If I had to be married, I'd rather marry someone like... [ well, gendry. maybe less stupid or stubborn. but someone who wouldn't treat her poorly.] I don't ever want to get married.

Edited 2014-12-02 01:34 (UTC)

You would. It would be a choice of that or... [... well, a whore. But he doesn't want to say that about Arya of all people.] a septa.

[There, that's just as bad.]

[ a septa? gods no. she makes the worst face before--] I don't have to get married, Gendry. No one can make me. [ although with all that is happening, her sister in a seat of power, alliances needing to be secured, arya wonders if she might be forced.] I'll run away.

Edited 2014-12-02 01:37 (UTC)

Run away where? What will you do there?

If I told you, then I'd be found out. [ that should be obvious. she gives him a 'duh' look.]

[He snorts.] Aye, of course. If you mean to run away, you ought to learn a trade first.

Why?

So you can work. Unless you liked working in a kitchen.

[He says this casually, expecting her to recall how she and Hot Pie had worked in the kitchens at Harrenhal together.]

I only worked in the kitchens when the septa caught me throwing food at Sansa. [ something about being grateful and not being wasteful.]

And at Harrenhal. You and Hot Pie did.

[But Hot Pie isn't here, which he finds a shame. Hot Pie was a complainer and a coward, but he was also a good friend. And an easy friend. Loyal and dim like Stiles, but only bewildering if you didn't know what gravy was.]

I worked in the kitchens? Doing what?

Gods, how should I know? Making food, I would think. I wasn't there. I was at the forge.

[ she makes another face at him for being so uninformed of her every coming and going. she moves on--] What do the mirrors do?

Edited 2014-12-02 01:58 (UTC)

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