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trans_92012-06-03 04:43 pm
forging_on) wrote in trans_92012-06-03 04:43 pm
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Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. - future-dated to post Rebellion
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.
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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It was all right. Applejack understood. There were so many people lost, though not to death this time. It hurt to say goodbye to a friend, and even worse if they were never coming back.
"And you don't know where to look next?"
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"I don't, really," she admitted. "I'm not really a warrior, myself. And not sure what we're fighting, at this point. So I try to take things day by day."
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And a pony couldn't wield one, of course. So she needed another way to be useful...and it struck Applejack that Presea wanted one as well. "You could garden with me, if you wanted something to do.