Still not dead.

[taennyn]

Though I need to stop thinking about the Bone-Witch for a bit*.

So, we have the reappearance of the meme:

Sparks, please. Responses may be slightly delayed if the Witch or a spark eats my face.

*: I'm determined to finish before the end of October. Originally projected to be about six thousand words, but I'm at five-ish now and need at least

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[taennyn]

The sounds and smells of a major industrial workshop, (hot steel, oil, hammers on hot steel) (Witches' Horses [sorta], Tanith)

There was nothing like this. Nothing to compare. The taste of oil in the back of her throat, the roaring heat of the forges, the cacophony of ten hammers on glowing steel, the way her shirt clung to her, glued with sweat, and all of it the result of a bit of paper, the spark of an idea, given glowing metal flesh.