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 Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 12:57 am
She waited patiently for her answer, though followed the blade in a bit of awe, a small smile finally finding her face. At least that last dagger hadn't been thrown, and she was obviously pleased with her handiwork. Her eyes only brightened more at hearing the need for them to be sharpened, happily taking the two and setting them aside before trying to pry the daggers out of her beams. One little tug didn't seem to do much, and she braced herself before giving a sharp tug, staggering back a little with it in hand. "You've got a good arm to get them in that deep. I just hope my shop doesn't collapse." She remarks before moving to the next, now more prepared to retrieve it in the same manner. It doesn't seem to want to budge though, and it's not until she uses a foot to steady herself against the beam that it comes out, the blacksmith landing on her back from the force. Without the slightest complaint she picks herself up and dusts off, before finally taking the daggers over to her sharpening stone, glancing over to Raj as she starts to pedal it to get up to speed. "Ah, I'd be more than happy to. They didn't seem to take too well to it before." She hums the slightest, adjusting the angle of the dagger before pressing it to the stone, careful to keep the sharpening even as she turned it. "So, off to kill some wolves?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 5:51 pm
The gypsy snorted. "I'd be happiest if I lived never to see a Wolf." Oh, how she wished that would be the case. But she knew that the Wolves were coming. It was only a matter of time.
"But we cannot change the facts to suit our desires, much though we will it. They will come, and when the do, we need to be ready. They will not care if we are capable of defending ourselves or if we are helpless. They will do their best to eat us all the same. So the way I see it, there's no need to make it easy on them."
Oberon stamped a hoof and tossed his antlers in agreement.
"We may as well take the fight to them."
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:08 am
"I think a lot of us would be. They sound absolutely terrifying." But there really was no choice in the matter was there? If they were coming, someone had to be ready... "Better to go down fighting than just letting it happen, in my opinion. My forge is always welcome for any more orders you may wish to place, or if you have some friends who might be interested." She gave a small smile at Oberon's approval, good on him! However her eyes strayed to her own guardian, who was obviously unsure of the whole thing. Aelius gave a snort, he wasn't exactly thrilled about it....But he wasn't about to let Rosalie go off on her own if she were to fight. "Better to keep them from getting any further South. I'm sure there'll be people who are killed, but anything we can do to keep it as low as possible..." Training, having a good support of people who were medically trained, good weapons, a strategy...Surely someone somewhere had to be working on something. They couldn't all just be twiddling their thumbs and hoping the nightmare would go away, could they?
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 9:15 pm
"There are some of us as think her Majesty would do better to keep her faith in different advisers," she said. It was a bold declaration, though the words were relatively innocent. Or rather, they would be, if it weren't the Queen's decisions in question. Still, the gypsy did not think she had anything to fear from speaking thus to Rosalie.
"We are making...contingency plans of our own," she explained, though it was a somewhat vague statement. Her circumspection was probably more habitual than necessary here, where speaking plainly would likely by perfectly acceptable. Still, one could not be too cautious.
"Perhaps you would be interested in joining us?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 9:21 pm
She hums the slightest. It's certainly not the first time she hasn't had ill thoughts of the queen. She hasn't even been asked to make swords for the wardens! The nerve! But at least she's armed one and that's good enough for her. Soon, with one dagger finished, she goes to the next.
"I'll need to think on it." She answers carefully, thinking about what this could mean. "Give me a week or two and you'll hear from me." She may have ill thoughts, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's completely ready to jump in without thought!
"I hope you'll forgive me."
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 9:32 pm
The gypsy shrugged, a graceful roll of the shoulders that could mean anything or nothing. "Fair enough," she replied. It was, after all, no small decision. She, herself, could not have imagined herself on this path even a year prior. Yet now, she could imagine nothing different. It was as natural and inevitable a course to her as singing once had been.
Music was still part of her life, of course, but more and more, Soi's venture was taking over. Except she really couldn't call it Soibhan's any longer. Who was she trying to fool? Though she had left that life behind once, it seemed that fate had finally caught up to her - she would be a leader whether she liked it or not, though perhaps not quite the kind she had expected.
She stared at the newly-sharpened blade in her hand, tilting it this way and that before tossing it end-over-end once more. "Though I do hope you won't take too long to decide."
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 9:41 pm
"Two weeks at the most, I promise." Rosalie hummed, eyes still on the blades as she sharpened them. She just couldn't go and drop life without thinking. Not when she had a shop to run. Maybe Last would know a little more than what she was being told, and secretly, she hoped he did.
The rest of the blades were easy enough to sharpen, and soon enough she had them all done, sitting in a neat pile. "Sorry, I wanted to make sure your target practice didn't dull them any." She sighed, wiping the sweat off her brow.
"Here. All done and perfect. If you ever want them sharpened again, feel free to bring them by, I won't even charge."
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 9:55 pm
She smirked, her amusement at Rosalie's description clearly evident - amusement, and a small hint of pride. "I know where to find the best." The knives quickly disappeared into locations unknown on her person, and she stowed the swords on Oberon's pack.
"It's been enlightening. I'll drop by again sometime."
The gypsy made her way out of the shop, Oberon following behind.
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