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| Lir | Mar 9 2009, 03:13 AM |
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There was precious little left in this world that could cause Lir to forget, if even for a moment before the guilt of it forgetting crashed in on him and made it worse, the ocean and his crafting was one of such. The smell of freshly cut timber was everywhere in the small rented warehouse that he had set up shop. Eschewing the common implements that many crafters of this time turned to there was something simple and vastly rewarding about crafting it all by hand, each stroke of the saw was unique and needed his careful attention. Each brush of sand paper was an expression of the wood and the spirit of the boat itself that was slowly starting to take form with each brace of the skeleton that he reformed into place. There would be no magic or fey glamour used on this boat it would be too easy for that and it would lose everything in the process. No it would all be done by hand in ancient teachings with practical current knowledge thrown in to make a wonderful vessel that perhaps one day he could take on the open ocean himself. Maybe. His bare torso with all but the simple leather baldric and scabbard for his sword, something that never was out of his hands reach should his other skills be required at a moment’s notice, glistened softly in the electric lights of the rented space. Even though his work consumed him into a Zen like quality with each step he was not without common practices that have kept him, and his charges, alive all these years he felt the soft curtain of power slowly push at the boundaries of the property. The subtle defenses that were in place would go largely unnoticed thought to be just a simple threshold of the property but for Lir it was an early warning. Adjusting the strap of his sword to be securely on him he started to walk towards the door before he even heard the gentle knock on it. They were alone, whoever they were so it would most likely not be a threat and the way he kept to himself while his shift at the club’s bouncer, largely ignoring all of the proposition by men, women, and fey alike that would distract him from his charge of keeping the establishment safe, meant that this was most likely not a social call. Lir did not have many friends. Opening the door with his left hand so that his right would be free to draw the weapon if he required he looked at the petite blue haired beauty bearing some sort of wonderful smelling edible items, it was at that moment that the former god realized that he had not eaten since the end of his shift when he started on his boat fourteen hours ago. He recognized the women as well as the baked goods and nodded at her, it was one of the other workers that he pulled off some young hotshot breaking the rules of the establishment, such things would not happen on his watch and the boy was promptly escorted out without a single word from him. It was his duty to do such; it went beyond a simple job. “Arden.” Both her name and a greeting, if he had been a normal man his voice would have cracked for not being used for almost twenty four hours but he was not a normal man, he was a sidhe warrior and the standards always had to be upheld. A quick scan with his eyes behind her to make sure that all was well he stepped back from the door so that she could come completely in. “I was not expecting any visitors to my workshop, so you will have to excuse the mess but you are welcome here.” |
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7:33 PM Nov 28
