Gen glances up from the display of weapons, and then does a bit of a double-take because the blacksmith is gorgeous, curly blonde hair, great smile, a mole right between her eyebrows that Gen finds deeply distracting. And she's pretty built, which isn't shocking, if she's running her own iron works, but still. It's a total turn on.
"I'm not really sure," Gen says, laughing a little. "I like them, but--I haven't committed yet. It's my first faire, I'm not really sure I'm ready to jump in and, you know. Buy a weapon."
The woman laughs. "Yeah, it can feel like the first step down a dangerous path. One day, you're just exploring the ren faire, minding your own business, and the next day you own a full suit of leather plate and have to choose which of your polearms you want to bring."
"I assume you speak from experience," says Gen.
"Shockingly, I was not born making medieval weaponry. But it's pretty awesome."
"Your stuff is gorgeous," Gen says, running her hand over the hilt of an ax. "I'm very tempted."
"Okay," says the blacksmith. "Are you here alone, or with friends?"
"My sister and her boyfriend."
"And do they come a lot?"
"Yeah, every year. I just moved up here, so they invited me along."
"On a scale from one to ten, how geeky would you say you are?"
Gen laughs. "Um, eight? I dunno. What's a ten?"
"If you were a ten, you would already have a sword," the woman teases. "So, you think you'll be back?"
"Probably, it's pretty fun. But I don't know if I'm going to be able to get the whole outfit. This stuff is expensive."
The woman considers. "Well, how about this. I'll give you 25% off your first sword, and you can give me your number. I'll show you around the next one."
Gen flushes. "You're giving me 25% off because you want my number?"
"No, I'm giving you 25% off because you're cute. I just want your number if you think I'm cute."
"Yes," Gen says. "To the discount and the number." She smiles. "I'm Gen."
"Adrianne. Welcome to the slippery slope of ren faire addiction."
Gen glances up from the display of weapons, and then does a bit of a double-take because the blacksmith is gorgeous, curly blonde hair, great smile, a mole right between her eyebrows that Gen finds deeply distracting. And she's pretty built, which isn't shocking, if she's running her own iron works, but still. It's a total turn on.
"I'm not really sure," Gen says, laughing a little. "I like them, but--I haven't committed yet. It's my first faire, I'm not really sure I'm ready to jump in and, you know. Buy a weapon."
The woman laughs. "Yeah, it can feel like the first step down a dangerous path. One day, you're just exploring the ren faire, minding your own business, and the next day you own a full suit of leather plate and have to choose which of your polearms you want to bring."
"I assume you speak from experience," says Gen.
"Shockingly, I was not born making medieval weaponry. But it's pretty awesome."
"Your stuff is gorgeous," Gen says, running her hand over the hilt of an ax. "I'm very tempted."
"Okay," says the blacksmith. "Are you here alone, or with friends?"
"My sister and her boyfriend."
"And do they come a lot?"
"Yeah, every year. I just moved up here, so they invited me along."
"On a scale from one to ten, how geeky would you say you are?"
Gen laughs. "Um, eight? I dunno. What's a ten?"
"If you were a ten, you would already have a sword," the woman teases. "So, you think you'll be back?"
"Probably, it's pretty fun. But I don't know if I'm going to be able to get the whole outfit. This stuff is expensive."
The woman considers. "Well, how about this. I'll give you 25% off your first sword, and you can give me your number. I'll show you around the next one."
Gen flushes. "You're giving me 25% off because you want my number?"
"No, I'm giving you 25% off because you're cute. I just want your number if you think I'm cute."
"Yes," Gen says. "To the discount and the number." She smiles. "I'm Gen."
"Adrianne. Welcome to the slippery slope of ren faire addiction."
Gen laughs. "Thanks. Looking forward to it."
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