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).

[russet_goddess]

"He won't. He never asked nothing off me."

[lionbright]

"...Oh."

He's wised up to her a little now, and does not ask why she might have owed the smith herself.

"Shall I wait for you, or come with you on your chores?" He tilts his head, putting down his own work, his gaze candid and honest. "Since you won't let me help."

[russet_goddess]

"I'm just going up there," jerking her chin Mansion-ward, "and coming back. Y'can walk along if y'want, don't care."

[lionbright]

"I'll come. God knows I need the practice finding my way here."

[russet_goddess]

"All right." She takes up the wheelbarrow again and starts off without further ado.

[lionbright]

Lleu follows (again! and hopefully she has a plan for getting to Hephaestus up her sleeve?)

alas, the typist is failing for tonite...

[russet_goddess]

Zara is magic and has Hephaestus-finding powers. A lot of which involve linking his typist to this thread, actually.

[embitterdinetna]

Presumably it doesn't actually take her a week, even.

On the far side of the lake there is a rough cliff face, half-screened by trees and brush. (There is also a VORTEX OF EEEEVIL, but this has been migrating northward by degrees for some time; Hephaestus dislikes squatters.) The path Zara takes is narrow but well-trodden, leading to a narrow opening in the rock.

[lionbright]

Lleu blanches at the rock face.

(did we mention he is afraid of the dark? also, he has had some fairly traumatic subterranean experiences.)

"Here?"

conversation in slo-mo!

[russet_goddess]

She frowns at him. "Just down."

[lionbright]

"I can't--" A deep breath. "I can't see the path. Show me, lady."

[russet_goddess]

Zara sighs and takes his hand in her thin cold one. "Follow me."

[lionbright]

His hand is cold as well. He follows.

[russet_goddess]

"It ent far. Come here all the time," she says, abruptly.

[lionbright]

"You stay here?"