stormaktstiden | Test drive post for demeleier

[It's been a few weeks that she's been in Demeleier now, and since a while ago she has accepted that she won't be able to leave immediately. She might not even want to, now that Kíli has arrived as well. There is a difference between knowing that a reunification with her family can't be further than a few decades off and actually having one of them around. Still strange, but still just as precious and full of wonder and joy. To have her youngest back, it's a thing that she doesn't want to leave behind. ...And even if the word that no time passes back home while they are here is a trick to subdue them (and that is a constant worry), there is a certain reluctance to desiring a way home. Not that, should a path open itself, she wouldn't immediately take it. She has a duty to her people, and while she is certain that they would not let the lord of the black messengers blackmail them into anything should he claim to have taken her as a hostage (though avenging her would be an entirely different story - she might not be a king, but her blood is still among the most noble of all dwarves in Middle Earth) she would not leave them in times of need if she could help it. And times of need they are.

But she is needed here as well, by her son and maybe others as well, and looping back to this point she opens the feed. She has an announcement to make.]

I've now set up everything in the smithy to be able to do proper work there. [As opposed to the above average but in her eyes sub-par work that she could do with an anvil and other things that were simply too large for her.] As such, I will now offer the services of a smith. [She won't mention that her smithwork is, by default, far better than any human's (though she does consider Matsue very capable. But. For a human apprentice), because that should be clear to everyone who knows dwarves and the others will see, no bragging needed - those are her thoughts, anyway.] Contact me if you need anything. Even if the item in question is unfamiliar to me, I might still be able to work with it. [Or maybe collaborate on it with the other woman or her son, two or three brains can think of more than one. She almost mentions payment modalities out of habit, but then stops herself, no. Things work differently here (and that unsettles her, but what can you do).]

[ooc: All of this is absolutely not supposed to be game canon, but simply a throwing together of something for the sake of a test drive. She's been in Deme for 1 1/2 months, Kíli arrived a while after her, and she gets along with Matsue. Everything else is up in the air.]

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[What the

no what the even.

She peered out when she heard the sounds and then just stands in the entrance of the forge, trying to see properly what this obviously sentient being is. It looks stranger, stranger than any other beings that she has seen so far in this place, but that probably means little.

Fishing a piece of iron out of her pocket, she slowly walks over to it. It sounds distressed, and while it might be a ruse of the fae, she needs to check in case it isn't.]

[MUDDY FLAILING the creature sees her right away and would like to get up but is tired, and slips. I guess the ground is wet. A squeal comes out of his beak.]

:NOOOOO don't eat me!: [and then the large, wide-set eyes blink and he sounds still very nervous but-] :- That's fascinating.:

[His whole skull is about the size of a hand.]

What?

[She cannot not react a bit more softly than she would normally, though still wary. But this being seems more worried than anything, and it does really seem genuine... She stops a few feet away and crouches down.]

:You're a - oh, I'm not very big at allll! - ahah. Okay.:

[He's managing to roll onto his belly and get his legs under him, and stands, quirking his head and staring. He is a very leggy little lizard-bird. Wild turkey isn't far off.]

:Ohhhhh my. I really did shrink...:

...you shrank?

[That surprises her. A fairy spell, maybe?]

[and he goes into lecture mode, his stance and voice briefly much steadier.] :Contrary to popular opinion, many if not most dinosaurs were the size of humans, if not smaller. Larger animals capture more attention and imagination. However, truly tiny size only seems to have arrived with full birds...:

[oh right this is not the classroom aaaaah]

:But I wasn't trying to reach the dinosaurs! Why!:

[Yeah she... has no clue what he is talking about. At all. It must be something specific to his world.]

You aren't in your homeworld anymore. [Did this being run around the area since it got here, without guidance or protection?] There are no "dinosaurs" here.

[If he had real facial expressions this would be similar to a pout. As is he just pushes his little face closer.]

:Yes, I could have guessed that. This body shouldn't be concurrent with yours at all. The last dinosaur died sixty-five million years before any tool-using hominids.:

[Curiosity seems to be winning out over fear. There's a cautious step closer, and he talks more to himself than to Dis.]

:You don't seem as big as the others. I wonder if it has anything to do with the advanced hirstutism?:

[A majority of what he says she either doesn't understand or knows to be wrong (the world's age might be high, but it's definitely not in the millions yet... though who knows about other worlds. But what is a hirstutism?), but the being seems harmless enough and she takes the piece of iron between thumb and index finger and holds it out towards the being.]

Touch this.

[There's a very birdlike headbob of caution, and Bob steps a little bit closer and reaches out with one small arm - oh, but it's not long enough from this distance.]

Oh. Yes, shorter arms, I'm not adjusting well at all...

[Now he turns, presenting her with his side - he's short but counting the tail is as long as a human stands tall - so that if he has to run he can just bolt forwards. A couple nervous sidling steps closer and he tries reaching out again and closes stubby fingers around the iron. He has five per hand, with thick broad claws that have weak, unimpressive points.]

Erm. Iron, at a guess. Very nice. [yeah he has no idea what she wants.]

[Good. No fae, nor possessed by one, and while he might be cursed, that should mean to harm to her.]

A precaution.

[She stands. Which makes less of a height difference than it would in a human, but it still is there.] Come inside. I will see to you receiving some as well, in a way in which you can carry it with you.

[She's come to feel responsible for newcomers that way - while she doesn't go out to fetch them, she'll make sure that they get iron, and in a form in which it suits them and works for them.]

I - oh.

[He quails when she stands up, his quills flattening. He tries to hide it, he manages not to back away, but it's there.]

ahem. Yes. Pardon?

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