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.

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[boobhat]

Hiccup was hard at work inside but the door was open for customers and visitors, and so were all the windows. The fight had put a dint and a ding in many a weapon and that meant a lot of repairs. He was working shirtless but wearing his blacksmith's apron, and that probably had to do with the fact that he was sweating buckets. It wasn't so much that the forge was too hot--it was getting a nice breeze coming in through the open windows--but that he'd been working nonstop for hours with hardly any break.

Somebody was trying to distract himself from something.

Regardless of the need for distraction, he still flashed Presea a friendly smile when she walked in.

"What can I do you for?" he asked helpfully.

[appletastic]

Applejack had planted herself by the river, all weariness and heavy-lidded. Shifting supplies around for the sake of the battle hadn't been an easy task at all, and now all she wanted was a little rest and relaxation.

She lifted her head as a shadow passed by, peering around the brim of her hat. "Looks like you're carrying an awful lot."

[governorkang]

Presea happened to walk by the tavern just as Kang was finishing up repairing the tail portion of the dragon on the roof. The exterior had sustained minor damages during the rebellion that wouldn't take him more than a few hours, if that, to fix. He didn't bother using the ladder to get down, instead jumping off and extending his wings to land safely; it made the grapefruit-sized hole in the membrane of one of them very obvious. He noticed the woman almost immediately, and nodded at her, recognizing her from the armory. "Ma'am."

[monster_san]

It was difficult for Fuu to believe that the rebellion had succeeded--they had overcome the Daligig, freed themselves from slavery, won the battle to decide their own course. It left an enormous question: now what?

Fuu walked the City as she pondered it. She wandered heedless of blind zones, now that Stacy's true persona had been freed, simply going wherever felt the best. Despite the damage, and knowing that it was only temporary, she felt quite peaceful at this moment.

When she spotted Presea near the Plant Temple, the half-contented look on her face became a bright smile. "Presea-san! Hello!" she called, waving.