(open/lleu)

[russet_goddess]

..because we heard through the grapevine that he's looking for H. and the forge.

Zara is on her way between houses, seeing as she lives a ridiculous number of places right now. On the other hand, Florian and Bedivere both have to eat (and so does she ... technically). She has a basket of Hestia's bread on one arm, and her usual soot-stained work

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[dukes_daughter]

Rosalind is-- well, Rosalind, today. Odds are, Zara was the one who made the dress she's wearing.

"Art ill, good lady?"

She has a feeling Zara's clever enough to recognize her.

[lionbright]

He's kind of given up the hunt, rather wrung out with the conversation with Mordred *which hasn't actually ended*, and physically worn out with stomping through snowy woods all afternoon. He doesn't say anything to this stranger, but smiles in greeting.

hello! in fact we didn't have a clue Hephaetus existed... Kay suggested Lleu hunt up Ilmarinen. but I don't suppose he's choosy.

[russet_goddess]

Zara nods at him, coughing into her hands.

Ohh, that's right, there's more than one smith. lol sigh fail, I suppose.

[lionbright]

he's asthmatic enough to be sympathetic.

"Are you well enough, lady? May I help?"

(and, as always, painfully polite.)

[russet_goddess]

"M'fine, m'fine," brusquely. "All the damn smoke off th' forge."

She has to brace one hand across her belly when she coughs, because the frequency of it means all her stomach muscles have been wrenched, and without some support everything hurts.