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Crescent Isles
25 solars in the void
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Post by Rena Brighteyes on May 28, 2024 18:40:38 GMT -5
Rena trills softly to herself, an avian smile in the ruffling of the feathers around her beak as she runs a whetstone along one of her blades...not the ones holding her husband's soul, those are being reforged, and never really needed much beyond daily cleaning in the first place...regardless, she slowly, meticulously sharpens her blade, occasionally running a thin cloth along the cutting edge, both to clean it and to test its sharpness, the cloth slowly shredding apart with each pass as the blade becomes sharper and sharper with every rasping pass of the whetstone...
Inside the Barrow, two fledglings lay sleeping, and two others work at their respective hobbies…over to the side of the silver eyed crow, an amber eyed specter works at the forge, slowly pounding a lump of near molten metal into shape. This will be Rena’s new bayonet, a blade forged from the metal of the ones that collectively held his soul prior to being melted down…
…they’re between contracts at the moment, living on the solars they’d saved from the last few as well as the weapon commissions that Bell had been doing…
…the night is peaceful. Quiet, beyond the distant sounds of the wildlife…they’re not expecting visitors, but perhaps they’ll wind up with a few regardless…
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