still looking for a smith: attn Zara (also open)

[lionbright]

For whatever reasons mainly his lame typist Lleu still hasn't managed to rid himself of the iron thrall's bands around his throat and wrist. He is on the terrace lashing lathes of wood together for Arthur to practice with, but would easily wander off elsewhere given the right motive...

T: we are so sporadic. :p

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[russet_goddess]

Zara does not like the Mansion at all, and goes there rarely if at all, but it's Dress Time again, so she's wheeling a barrow across the lawn towards the porch, a barrow laden with vivid splashes of colour and texture, glints of lace and beading. Her hair is scarfed back as usual, and her dress is green (make of that what you will).

[lionbright]

"Lady, can I help?"

Having apparently forgotten that she didn't want help before, but the politeness is a reflex.

[russet_goddess]

"No, y'can't," tartly. Which is as close to 'hello' as he's going to get, really.

[lionbright]

She gets his quick, bright grin. "I shan't ask again."

[russet_goddess]

"Y'better not." Zara pauses for a moment and stretches her back with a subtle, lean movement.

[lionbright]

"We didn't finish, before."

His gaze is intense and eager.

[russet_goddess]

"We didn't." She glances at him with sharp grey eyes. "Y'still didn't find him."

[lionbright]

"I confess it, lady, I am torn about losing these bracelets. I have learned to use them to my advantage. And yet they are the mark of an evil humiliation."

He adds, blushing,

"And I get lost easily."

[russet_goddess]

"I can take y'. Got t'go back there soon anyway." Suddenly her thin hand reaches out and closes around his wrist, over the bond. "Be easy t'get them off. Could do it m'self, but he's the one you'll want."

[lionbright]

"I don't like magic."

[russet_goddess]

"He don't use magic."

[lionbright]

"Who is he?"

T: blargh! I am the world's Most Sporadic. I have got in-laws & an ancestor visiting over Easter, but I will try to be a bit more consistent!

[russet_goddess]

"Him." Zara does not know how to describe Hephaestus, hi. "He's--" She scowls at the realisation. "He just is."

It's okay I understand!

[lionbright]

He gives a little sigh. (Everyone here is so strange.) "Well. All right. Will I need to pay?"

[russet_goddess]

"No." Well, at least she's sure about that.

[lionbright]

"I don't mind. Only there isn't much I can offer. I am a swordsman, nothing more."