Forge post

[ostro_goth]

[[OOM: Some days ago, Teja went to Gotland with Kate, and an uncomfortable truth was brought to light by little Hilde.]]

Teja is in the forge, the doors and windows thrown wide, for the heat of the forge-fire and that of the summer are combining to make breathing hard in there. Teja, however, is working upon some small, strange jewellery, for which he smelts and combines all sorts of metal. The cats are lying on the wooden bench outside the forge itself, flopping strangely, with their furry stomachs exposed and feet in the air -- they feel hot, also.

On the other side of the lake, a thunderstorm may be brewing, but it has not yet started moving over. Should it arrive before Teja is finished with his work, he has a pair of wellie boots by the door, to wade through the torrents this summer's storms like to bring, and an oilskin large enough that he can carry all the cats underneath.

But as of yet, the sun is still out, and the Goth is still busy. He will, of course, interrupt his work for any friend or strange, customer or merely a patron dropping by for some words.

The forge is open for business.-

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[ostro_goth]

There is a crack of thunder, and then it starts to rain, storm, and hail, as if all the sluices of the heavens had been opened.

[ikissdhimbck]

Concession pulls at his rope when the thunder rumbles closer, nickering.

Kate swears under her breath.

"I'm sorry, Teja  —  I better get 'im inside if it's going t'carry on like this."

She fixes her hat lower, turning up the collar of her duster, and gives him one last, long look.

"We'll talk later, all right?"

[ostro_goth]

"We shall," Teja says.

And if she does not wish to, he shall have to live with.

Be dead with it.

Deal with it, as he always does.

[ikissdhimbck]

She smiles tightly, takes a breath like she's going to say something else, and changes her mind at the last second.

She nods, once, and hurries out into the storm to Concession's side.




She wishes she could say that went the way she'd hoped.