⊶⊶⊶gιиєνяα ¢. fιииєgαи⊷⊷⊷& Kronk & | Bard | Mechanic | Half-Lycanthrope | Madam | ⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟⧟"The waves etch out a pattern, long after they’re gone.
The lines that they trace, they quickly erase, but something’s still lingering on." The constant banging and clanking of metal on metal was a common sound heard at all times of the day here on Zrak. Just like Elementals were known for their manipulation of particular matter, Ginevra C. Finnegan was known for her mechanics. The half-lycanthrope was busy doing who knows what down in her shop and it was obvious to any passerby who happened to walk by her house at this hour that this was not a good time to interrupt. However, the noise had been going for more than two days straight...
"Goddammit! This is never going to be done in time to send over to Hava... Ugh, they're going to kill me!" Ginny shouted, kicking a can that went sailing across the room and hit the floor with a loud, metallic thunk. A small owl, who she had created with her own hands, cooed and dodged the airborn can before flapping his mechanical wings and settling down on her shoulder. His presence put the twenty-three year old bard at ease and she quieted down, her features softening as she looked at the work in front of her. She was developing a new kind of off-road vehicle that could transform upon the immediate collection of new sensory information of the matter it traveled on. Ginny wiped the sweat from her brow with a towel, sighing as she sat down on a beat-up wooden chair. She looked at the owl, it's golden ingot eyes staring back at her.
"How 'bout a break, eh, Kronk? Maybe there's something going on over at Levego we can check out..." With her mind made up, Ginny grabbed a small bag of provisions and made her way to the docks to hitch a ride over to Levego.
{{Exit to: Levego}}
"Lost in the waves, I am lost in the waves.
No one but me and the silent black sea; I am lost in the waves."
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