Forge post

[ostro_goth]

The weather is somewhat murky today, dark clouds gathering over the lake in preparation of a thunderstorm towards evening time. Teja didn't even light a fire today, on account of the stifling warmth.

He is not working metal today, but wood; he is making little animals on wheels that might be toys.

The forge cats are playing with the wood shavings.

The forge is open for business or browsers, friends and strangers, alike.-

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[sidhe_king]

A forge is a most unusual place to find a sidhe, given the complete aversion to iron. Yet there is one, standing at the door with a smallish block of wood that's turning into something more or less triangular, beginning to fine it down into a simple bird shape.

Every so often he blows through the end of the tail, and a twittering whistle comes out.

[ostro_goth]

Teja looks up from his own work, watching Finvarra do his magic.

[sidhe_king]

It's not magic; he's just carving away at it with a knife, as if he's not paying attention to anything.

"Less grim, little forge-master?"

[ostro_goth]

Little?

Teja raises an eyebrow.

"I make toys for the children of my people," he says.

[sidhe_king]

"And yet you are dead," he says. "How do they get the toys you make?" he asks.

[ostro_goth]

"A goddess gave me a silver snake that opens the door to the world of my people," Teja says.

[sidhe_king]

He makes a soft noise, looking over with a glance and casually brushing off the wood dust from his carving.

"Not leaving them to their own devices after death...you could call that cheating."

[ostro_goth]

"I don't mind!" Teja says. "I would do worse than cheat death, for their sake. I have done worse!"

[sidhe_king]

"Oh, do tell," he says conversationally. "What could you have done, little king?"

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo steps out to the Forge, somewhat in spite of the weather: He doesn't have an umbrella handy, but getting wet won't get to him that badly. Still, given the heat, he's not exactly looking forward to the added warmth of a hot forge fire...

...which is why he's pleasantly surprised at the lack of a fire when he gets there.

"Sir? No fire today?"

Whether this indicates a lack of business or an adaptation to the weather isn't entirely clear, but Bonzo would have to guess the second if you put a gun to his head and made him take a guess.

[ostro_goth]

"I am making something of wood, and do not need it," Teja says.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo looks curious...usually they do metalwork (this, after all, being a forge), so a variation on the usual is always welcome.

"What is it?"

[ostro_goth]

"Toys," Teja says, "for the children of my people."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo nods. "Is there any way I can help?" He does not like feeling useless, even if he never had to earn his whittling chip.

[ostro_goth]

"Not now, thank you," Teja says. "I have the wheels all prepared already."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo nods in acknowledgement. "May I see?" Yes, he is just curious to see Teja's non-metalwork.

[ostro_goth]

Teja shows him the wooden cat in his hands.

[not_his_pa]

William isn't in the best mood when he finds Milliways in the barn and walks straight outside.

Today his mother is being visited by what feels like far too many gentlemen from the railroad and he left for fear of losing his temper.

He ducks into the forge as the rain starts to fall and nods to Teja, "Hello."

[ostro_goth]

Teja is sandpapering what looks like quite a nice wooden cat, about six inches long, with holes for wheels.

"Greetings, William Evans," he says.

[not_his_pa]

"Mind if I sit out the storm?"

He offers his hand to the cats and searches in his pockets to see if he has any food for them.

[ostro_goth]

"I do not mind at all," Teja says. "It does pour dreadfully, all of a sudden. Can you make us tea?"

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, I'm glad to,"

The movement helps him settle and look steadily less annoyed at the world.

[ostro_goth]

The cats cluster around them; Ferdinand lies on Teja's lap while Count closely watches William's every move.

[not_his_pa]

William finds some jerky in his pocket and offers it to Count before sitting down and leaning against the wall.

[ostro_goth]

Count takes it, and immediately looks hopeful, visibly wondering whether there is more.

He hops onto William's lap and purrs.