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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[monster_san]

Fuu listened with interest as she walked alongside Presea. She hadn't been in Cephiro for very long before waking up in the pod, at least not to her recollection. They'd had just enough time to meet everyone before being whisked away by the Mashin, and they had seemed in agreement enough--but of course, a catastrophe such as the one Cephiro had suffered would cause a lot of debate. Her face grew slightly warm at the mention of Ferio, and she would have asked about that, but for Presea's suggestion immediately after that.

Her face immediately went bright red. "What? Me? But--" She turned away to inspect an interesting blue flower. It seemed as though Presea wasn't joking at all, but her as a Councillor? "I'm still very young--well, Hiccup-san was a Councilor so I suppose it isn't that far fetched--" But that didn't mean that she ought to run, right? "The Council is elected, but I don't know when the next one will be... why do you think I should?"

Because the more she thought about it, the less alarming an idea it became. Or less completely alarming.

[forging_on]

Presea was a little surprised by Fuu's reaction. Clearly the Knight hadn't ever thought about it. Which really wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. Those who tried to fill a need tended to do better than those who just wanted to become something. But she wasn't sure how to say that, exactly.

"I think you'd be good at it!" she said, smile reassuring. "You're smart, you've fought before, and you're kind. The Council needs a little kindness, I think."

[monster_san]

Fuu thought of the current Councilors--Kang, Zetta, Simon, and Lash. They were interesting individuals to be sure, and from all indications they were good at their job, having basically conned the Daligig into giving them the keys to the ship. But the only one Fuu really thought of as friendly would have to be Simon.

There really was something to be said for authority being approachable ("approachable" here being a more diplomatic stand-in for "unlikely to be outright insulting"). Even if she felt she was a bit young to be considered authority, a Council position wasn't the same as a military rank. "Then I will consider putting my name in when they announce elections again."