Forge Three - (Audio/Action)

[bullhorned]

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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[herotypical]

Hm. [ a hum of curiousity. ] Boons are way way overrated. [ but maybe she's just jealous of this stranger complaining about his 'cause she hasn't even received a single one yet.

sooo: ] What'd you get?

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[teenyoda]

You rang...?

[He popped into view in the locket, giving Gendry a grin. Where was he currently? Ah, well... maybe it might look like Jon's room. Maybe. Possibly. Okay, shut up, Gendry. He was in Jon's room.]

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[aliased]

What did you get?

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[survivra]

I expect I should be surprised the fairies don't seem much different from the imps. Or whoever gives them.

[ she's... almost laughing at him. almost. ]

They've not ever given anything to harm someone, have they?

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[steeledskin]

MOONRISE. MY SOLAR.

Such was the brief and cryptic quality of many of Sansa's messages to Ser Gendry in this fortnight. They were cryptic with a purpose -- brief simple messages naming a slightly different time and a slightly different place every night or so. It was a new level to the lessons she gave him in his letters -- the messages came a healthy twelve hours in advance of their appointed times, and she aimed to have him decipher the words so he might know where and when to meet her. Some had been more imaginative than this one; all had avoided the quiet study which branched off from the library's main rooms.

And although she taught him still, Sansa was certainly a more distant soul since that evening. Her demeanour was not marked with hatred or dislike, but she was guarded when around her student. Extra courteous, as though the armour might safeguard her from further deep-cutting injury.

arrives late with starbucks.

[impeaches]

Renly starts a little at the knock to the door and he pauses, lips turning down into a small frown. He's been at peace for quite some time and there aren't many here in Cothromach that would come and disturb him for any reason - unless the Lady Keeper came to him to ask for another boon or had some news on the matter they had been discussing not too long ago. He pushes himself up and away from his desk, putting his papers to one side (just to be cautious) before he moved, dismissing his squires and opening the door.

He certainly hadn't expected to see his nephew.

Pausing, he hesitates before he steps back, offering a nod of greeting. "Nephew. I had not imagined I would be seeing you - least not in person. I hope you're well?"