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Character || Dyakida
Stage || Journeyman Blacksmith
Crafting || Bow
Crafting Stat || 32+5
Difficulty || 10
Roll Needed || 30-100
Rolled || 31
Outcome || Success
Experience earned ||
10+20 = 30 exp

It was nice to be loved, Dyakida had discovered all too recently, so nice indeed; She'd purchased the occasional paid lover in Neued, and she had a wide range of friends, but Semashi... Semashi was different. Having someone there for you, without money involved, body and soul, was wholly different. Spectacularly, wonderfully different.

Her friends – especially Earthling ones - were often surprised when Dyakida told them that she'd never had a lover before. She was beautiful, her friends told her, their voices stunned. She was beautiful and talented – who wouldn't want her?

In a society of warriors, however, the blinded and disabled are generally considered to be one of two things: Weaklings who couldn't – and shouldn't - handle the harsh life of their tribe, or beings to protect fiercely, coddled like infants. Dyakida resented both – she was no coward, and she was no infant. She was, she liked to assert, able to take care of herself (though these days she made sure to have someone with her when she left the house. She could handle herself, but she was no fool.)

The point was, neither option was actually attractive. Dyakida herself hadn't thought of herself as attractive until very recently.

It takes two to believe in the complicated story that is love. It takes two to be comfortable with being a lover. She was comfortable now. And she had a lover.

She smiled as she ran her fingers along the long feather – one of a few given to her by Vollerei, a large Guardian of her acquaintance who rode a Kinfa into battle. Vollerei had been a voice of reason during the Extremist uprising, though Dyakida did not know her well. She was a customer, like the rest, but Dyakida had liked her, and she had paid with such fine feathers.
Mostly, the feathers were better suited to the crafting of accessories, but Dyakida wanted to use them in her arrows. Kinfa were colorful, after all, and Dyakida liked the idea that the arrows would add a few flecks of color to the dusky jungle.

She set to cutting the feathers and fletching the shafts, enjoying the way the good quality feathers felt in her hands and under her blade. They would, surely, make the arrows fly well too.

Arrows done, her mind turned to other things... predictably, to her bows. There were a few sitting, waiting for her attention to finish them, but there was one that had a special place in her heart – the thorn bow, with it's ridges and prickles. It would be a fine bow, suitable for such arrows, deserving of the honor of using them in battle.

It would also be a perfect thing to show to Semashi to impress her, would it not? And why shouldn't Dyakida try?

She sought it out amid her pile of things, but her fingers came into contact with a bow as yet unfinished – and urgently desired by it's wielder.

“Ah... Well.” she sighed, plucking it out of the pile and carrying the bundled limbs and middlepart gently over to her workbench. It needed to be carved and treated and assembled and tested, and it needed to be done soon. She would have to do that instead. Her masterpiece of a bow would, unfortunately, have to wait.