eachdraidh | 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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Not that there aren't any. The word just isn't often something one wishes to be. I might find that explanation funnier if I didn't feel so thrown by everything I'd been thinking previously.

So what is a graceling then?

They've a skill, of sorts. Each one unique to the Graceling. Some are Graced with disguise, or singing, or sword-fighting, or something simple as swimming. Better than anyone else who might train their whole lives. Then there are the odd Graces like mind-reading. [ there's an odd pause here ] Graceling eyes settle into their colors when they're a few weeks or months old, and the king has ownership over them for him to use their Grace as he sees fit. Most people are unnerved by them.

[So. People who were just really good at something. It's a wonder Gendry doesn't have the same. His old master always said he was really good with a hammer. He'd be a graceling for that, most like.]

So that's why you've got weird eyes, eh? [Blunt, as ever.]

[ a bluntness katsa appreciates. she presses her lips together, feeling the urge to smile. ]

I've seen far stranger.

Aye. In this place, there's more that's strange than ain't.

To a point where strange is somehow normal. [ she sounds almost exasperated. ] Yet I'll continue to be surprised by it nonetheless, and then wonder why even bother being surprised later.

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Some habits don't break easy. Though they say we're to be long lived here. Might be we'll get used to it.

We'll see that if it happens. [ a grumble ] How do you think of it, what they say about living long?

Where I was from, I don't know if I'd live another twenty years or even two. Now I'm told I might live three times all that. I don't know if it's true, but I'll be glad if I just get ten here.

Whether it's true or not, I'll help see to it. If you ever find yourself in a situation in which you need an extra set of hands, for all you might know others who can help as well I'll lend my strength to beating whatever it is to cause you trouble.

[ not untrue! she'll make threats for her friends. she doesn't know yet if gendry's a friend, exactly (she's still unused to the concept) but she would be sad if anything happened to him. and that seems enough reason to offer. ]

[He laughs.]

You sound like Arya now. I don't know I need another offering to murder folk I don't like.

[ katsa smiles at him ]

I don't go out of my way to murder, but you've the offering all the same.

Aye. I don't fancy killing anyone for your sake, but if you ever want some decent weaponry, you come to me and I'll see you get a fair price.

I can do my own killing if I must, but that's more than I could ask. Thank you, Gendry.

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