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[fireforger]

Daja fired up the forge, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment as she watched the burning flames. It had taken her some time to fully clean our the dust and other strange debris, organise and clean the tools, and get everything into working order - but she now had a place where she could work her craft.

But now it was time to get to work. Metals were scarce, but she had found some pieces of scrap-metal that were workable, and so she began the task of melting them down into something she could use.

She wondered if anyone would respond to her message – she hoped she had managed to use the omnicomm correctly – or perhaps even see the smoke from her forge, and visit her today.

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[redeyes_andblue]

There was one who had seen her call on the omnicomms - Sheik was on his way over, lyre retrieved from the shadows and safely held in his arms. The smoke had acted as a beacon, pinpointing the forge's location, so now he approached, shifting the lyre to one arm.

"Are you the blacksmith, Daja?" he called cautiously as he drew near.

[fireforger]

Pausing from her work, Daja stood up to look at the newcomer. "Yes, that's me," she said. "How can I help you?"

[redeyes_andblue]

"I heard your message over the omnicomms," he explained as he set the lyre down - gold-plated brass, worn smooth over the years, bandages wrapped around one part of the frame. "You said you can repair metalcrafted items?"

Unwrapping the bandages revealed damage - a series of cracks, a few long ones reaching almost to the inner part of the frame. Nothing that affected the strings, but perhaps enough to cause more permanent damage with a heavy blow.

"Would you be able to repair this?" he asked softly, one thumb brushing the metal almost protectively. "It still plays well, but I would be reassured knowing that it was whole again."

[fireforger]

"May I take a look?" she says. She can see that the instrument has great personal value to him, so she is careful to ask permission first before touching it.

[redeyes_andblue]

"Certainly." Hesitating only briefly, he hands it across to her, ignoring the slight pang that comes when it does - the only one who's ever laid hands on it is Impa, and that was when she was giving it to him in the first place.

[fireforger]

Daja takes it, handing the lyre carefully. with her fingers and her magic, she inspects the brass, detecting it's weaknesses and judging the full extent of the cracks.

"It's had a lot of stress corrosion cracking," Daja noted. "But I believe I can restore this with my magic. I could also add a layer spells to it to prevent it from corroding again."

She hands it back to Sheik, and gestures for him to sit in a nearby wooden chair while she puts away what she was previously working on. "Please take a seat."

After all, they must be comfortable while they discuss trade.

[redeyes_andblue]

Sheik nods, settling in the chair with the lyre in his arms. (Somewhere in the background, Zelda chuckles, teasing, [That thing really is your baby, isn't it?]. He ignores her good-naturedly.) "Thank you - I'm not sure why it corroded in the first place, a... thing tried to grab it. When I next looked at it, it had the cracks."

Hyrule has ammonia-based monsters. Who knew?

But, of course, there is business to discuss - there's an expectant look on his face as he waits, running his thumb along an un-corroded section.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Daja, right?"

The man speaking is very tall, and is carrying what looks like a metal arm, as well as a small case of tools and other implements.

"Allen Gentry. We spoke on the omnicoms."

[fireforger]

"Yes, that is me - I'm pleased to finally meet you in person, Allen."

And that arm and those tools have definitely attracted her attention.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Hey." He extends one hand to shake - the hand with the arm tucked under his arm. Yeah, it looks funny.

"Allright, tell me about yourself. Specialties, interests, training history, preferred projects? Anything you think I should know."

[fireforger]

Daja smiles a little at the sight, and takes his hand her own. "How about we take a seat? I do have a few chairs out that would be more comfortable for while we talk," she said, gesturing to the door thank linked to the other part of the cottage. Before it came to be in Stacy's City, it would have been where the Blacksmith who owned this forge would have lived. Now it was completely bare, except for the two wooden chairs and table Daja had managed to find.

While she waited for Allen to go sit down, Daja put away her work. "You can put your things down anywhere you like," she said.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

He puts the arm and box down carefully. There's some complex hardware in there.

"I like what you've done with the place, he says, as he pulls the chair up, propping one foot on his knee. "Was this yours, or did you just find it?"

[fireforger]

"I found it," Daja explained as she came to sit down next to him. "I do...did...have a forge of my own back home, but this isn't it."

Now, to explain her abilities. "You already know that I'm a blacksmith. I don't have any one particular specialty, as my teacher ensured that I had a good education in a broad range of fields.

"But I also have smith-magic. I don't know how familiar you are with magic, Allen, but in essence my power involves both fire and metal."

[on_errantry]

Rhiow kept her word and showed up at the forge - she assumed it was the place that smelled like smoke and hot metal - to show Daja to Grand Central.

She slipped inside quietly and jumped up on a surface that would put her roughly at chest height to Daja. The girl looked like she was working, so Rhiow just waited patiently.

[fireforger]

For a few moments after Rhiow's arrival, Daja remained immense in her work, with all of her attention focused on the fire and the metal.

But eventually she noticed another presence, and looked up. Upon seeing a black cat looking at her, she smiled and set down what she was working on.

"Hello there," she said softly, trying not to startle the cat. "My, you're a beautiful cat aren't you?"

[on_errantry]

Rhiow would never get tired of how incredibly polite the ehhif on this ship were. It didn't matter if they didn't realize she could talk back at first. So far, almost everyone had been unfailingly nice to her at first meeting.

"Thank you kindly," she said, putting her whiskers forward in amusement. She knew that it would probably startle the girl, but... honestly, sometimes she just couldn't resist. "You're Dh'asha, the blacksmith, yes?" The consonant at the beginning of Daja's name was softened, flattened a little by Rhiow's accent.

[fireforger]

Thankfully, Daja had already put her tools away - because she did jump. "You...you can talk!" she said, gaping.

Somehow managing to compose herself - she knew that many strange things existed here, but a talking cat! - Daja manged to stammer out: "Y...yes I'm Daja..."

[on_errantry]

"I have that ability, yes," Rhiow said dryly. "I'm sorry if I startled you - most ehhif on my world aren't used to understanding me either." She did sound a little contrite - if one wasn't familiar with feline body language, that is, because her whiskers were twitching madly as she held back laughter.

"My name is Rhiow. We spoke on the network, about the tracks in Grand Central?"

[fireforger]

Daja gaped for a moment, before remembering her manners and composing herself. "I...I'm sorry Rhiow, I must seem awfully rude to you," she said, still trying to adjust to...well, to talking to a cat.

"Yes, I do remember. Ah..." she paused. She didn't want to offend the little cat, but she was curious... "If you don't mind me asking...how do you type on the omnicomms? It must be rather difficult."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

The plume of black smoke curling up to the sky pinpoints the location of Daja's Forge; but even if the smoke had not given the Forge's location away, Nura's innate precogging would have eventually revealed it.

Hot, humid heat blasts at Nura when she enters the Forge, causing a few of her white locks to frizz, but they go unnoticed. In one hand, Nura is clutching a rough piece of paper.

"Excuse me, Daja?" she calls to the young woman at the fire.

[fireforger]

"Yes?" Daja called, looking up from her work to see who had arrived. "May I help you?"

[[ooc: Mind if I assume this takes place a few days after this post or something? It's just that timeline wise, technically Daja gets the steel on the day of this post so she wouldn't have had time to get it all back and ready for use and whatnot.]]

Go ahead! Just put the date you want in the subject!

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Nura waits at the door. The Forge is more to Daja, and to intrude on Daja would be rude. "Yes...you are a blacksmith." It isn't a question. "I read your omnicom entry and was hoping that you could help me with something." She pinches the folded-up paper in her hand.

"...but I am being terribly rude, aren't I?" she asks with a wry smile. "My name is Nura Nal-Dox and I am a precog." She pauses. "Is it alright if I come in?"

Um...a few days later? /orz

[fireforger]

"I am," Daja said, smiling, and holding out her hand for Nura to shake. "Daja Kisubo. It's a pleasure to meet you, Nura. And of course, come in."

She leads Nura in to the small room which - while mostly bare - serves as a bare bones living area, since it at least has a table and two chairs. "If you don't mind me asking, what is a precog? I have never heard that word before. Are Precogs your people?"

Re: Um...a few days later? /orz

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Nura shakes Daja's hand with a kind smile and then follows her to the smaller room.

She sits down in the chair across from the one that Daja sits down in, folding her hands in her lap with the folded-up rough paper between her palms. "A precog is someone who can foresee bits and pieces of the future. I am from a planet of precogs - Naltorians - so I suppose they are my people."

[fireforger]

"You are a seer?" Daja asked, surprised.

[[ooc: I probably should have asked earlier, buuut...does Nura's abilities count as magic? (As Daja has the ability to see magic - so if Nura is magical in nature, Daja would be able to see it in her. Only magic, though. Everything else, Daja's got nada)]]