Sweeney gapes at the gold, his eyes are as big as saucers and there very well may be drool involved... I think you broke his brain, Ilmarinen.
"... Holy fuck." he manages to whisper reverently. With a shaking hand he reaches out to touch one of the golden maidens. "Holy fuck!" he says again, giggling madly as his fingers make contact.
After an admiring look at the torque and armband, he pockets the jewelry and tries to figure out how best to go about stashing his brand new golden harem. Like any leprechaun, the most important part of having treasure for Sweeney is the stashing.
*raises his brows at the exclamation--he's never seen someone so taken with his work!* After making silver serpents, hissing lies and biting poison--after making copper fir trees, overgrowing the unwary--after these mistakes destroying--then I gave the wind my bellows, let it fill them as it wanted; first the north wind heavy-blowing, then the west wind bringing snowfall, then the east wind soft and sighing, then the south wind warm and fertile. So then did the metal cooling take the shape of golden maidens, wind-inspired, meanly crafted, for my hands to finely chisel into forms of fairer beauty.
*a little bow* Thank you for your help and counsel as I search for Wainamoinen. In the springtime, I will gather wood to build a ship, and travel to the land of Minnesota as you have to me suggested.
"Ah, well." He feels a little guilty about not being quite as helpful as Ilmarinen thinks he was, but c'mon, gold. "Anything else you need, you just gimme a shout. This is..." He turns back to the golden maidens, a huge grin splitting his face, "Fucken amazing. I owe you big time."
*smiles--then catches sight of the never-stopping sleigh out of the corner of his eye--* Now I must depart too quickly for a proper, kind leavetaking--but I must hunt down a vessel-- *and lumbers off to chase the sleigh*
"Gotta be fucken nuts," Sweeney says to himself, smiling fondly after Ilmarinen. "But he's got a hell of a gift." With that he turns his attention back to how he's going to get the golden maidens into his golden hoard.
"... Holy fuck." he manages to whisper reverently. With a shaking hand he reaches out to touch one of the golden maidens. "Holy fuck!" he says again, giggling madly as his fingers make contact.
After an admiring look at the torque and armband, he pockets the jewelry and tries to figure out how best to go about stashing his brand new golden harem. Like any leprechaun, the most important part of having treasure for Sweeney is the stashing.
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He gets a hold of himself. "Shit, you gave me a scare there. The babes are fucken amazing. How the hell did you make them?"
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