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spellbinders2017-11-18 11:00 pm
nockpoint) wrote in spellbinders2017-11-18 11:00 pm
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we're wise beyond our years
Who: saber and archer!!
Where: his sketchass not-forge project
When: GOD IDK
Open/Closed: closed! you dont wanna get wrapped up into this servant drama, kiddos.
Where: his sketchass not-forge project
When: GOD IDK
Open/Closed: closed! you dont wanna get wrapped up into this servant drama, kiddos.
[ as large as the island is, there's only so much space for coven menbers to be without crossing paths with one another. he thought he'd done a relatively good job avoiding saber after that first, brief, not quite confrontation, but apparently his luck had to run out sooner or later.
a month into their confinement, and that nebulous idea of arming himself through real work rather than magecraft has produced a only a few results: a small basic structure, nothing more than a roof and supporting beams to keep the elemenets off his work, and the foundation of rough stone, matched together piece by piece. it's going to be a long work in progress, but keeping his hands busy stops his mind from wandering, and is the closest thing he's got to his own sense of direction.
today, he's working on the elevated hearth of the forge, piling stones and mortaring them together with the help of that palai amulet left over from animitas. even with the chill of the late season, it's hard work in the sun, especially for a human body, and he knows better than to push himself too far. so he's taking a break, staring into the distance with eyes that feel half blind for their new limits.
whomst needs sleeves, anyways? not this guy. sun's out, gun's out. ]
a month into their confinement, and that nebulous idea of arming himself through real work rather than magecraft has produced a only a few results: a small basic structure, nothing more than a roof and supporting beams to keep the elemenets off his work, and the foundation of rough stone, matched together piece by piece. it's going to be a long work in progress, but keeping his hands busy stops his mind from wandering, and is the closest thing he's got to his own sense of direction.
today, he's working on the elevated hearth of the forge, piling stones and mortaring them together with the help of that palai amulet left over from animitas. even with the chill of the late season, it's hard work in the sun, especially for a human body, and he knows better than to push himself too far. so he's taking a break, staring into the distance with eyes that feel half blind for their new limits.
whomst needs sleeves, anyways? not this guy. sun's out, gun's out. ]