Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. - future-dated to post Rebellion

[forging_on]

Who: Presea & OPEN
Where: the City, especially in/around Hiccup's forge
Summary: [Future-dated to post-Rebellion.] After the fight was over, it was time to regroup, and to take care of the weaponry that kept you alive. Presea's headed to the City to meet Hiccup and talk to anyone else whom she might encounter on her way.
Warnings: none

As patchwork as it was, Presea liked the City. It seemed like every corner she turned, there was something entirely new to see, and the people who moved around her looked as though they'd lived such interesting lives. It was all she could do not to stop and stare sometimes at a tall building here, or an unusual feature there.

She knew where she was going, but she wasn't in any particular hurry. She was a little surprised with herself that she'd taken so long to find a forge, given her love for her craft. Now she was coming as someone who needed work done, rather than waiting as the one who did the work. Her sword had served her well during the Rebellion, but the Kesseks' armor had blunted it, and there was a small chip in the blade as well.

Perhaps Hiccup would let her work on it herself. It'd be a good way to demonstrate her skills. With the warmth of the sun on her face, and a cheerful feeling in her heart, she continued walking, occasionally smiling at passersby.

Comments

[boobhat]

"That's...actually a tough one," Hiccup said, looking somewhat perplexed. "On the one hand, I wouldn't say my work's all that great, but it is pretty solid and I learned a lot in a very short time from Daja. I've been working on my own for a while. So maybe, I guess? I'm certainly no master blacksmith though and I'd love to learn anything I can from you--and teach anything I can, too. I've learned a lot from Daja and a lot from books on metallurgy and blacksmithing in the media library. You should see how far it's come on some worlds."

[forging_on]

"I didn't feel much like a master at the start either," she confided with a smile. "Much less the Pharle -- the head smith in my country. But I was about your age, I think."

It was a shame that this Daja wasn't around anymore -- the more smiths the better, she thought -- but between the two of them, they would have plenty of work. And plenty to teach each other, it sounded like. Books on smithing, imagine that!

"I think we have plenty to teach each other, then. I'd love to join you here." She shut her eyes a moment, looking serene. "It smells like home."

Sorry for the wait! Crazy weekend.

[boobhat]

"I'd say it smells like home to me, but there's not enough Eau de Sweaty Viking. The blacksmith I was apprenticed under was pretty distinctive, in personality and smell."

Good ol' Gobber. He missed him. He hadn't given up hope he was in the pods and planned to talk his ear off if he was ever released.