Test drive post for demeleier

[durinsdaughter]

[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.]

Comments

[westboundwounded]

[This news clearly meets with Celebrían's approval, as she is looking pleased when she responds]

I am glad to hear we will soon have Dwarven crafts in this village. I have missed such things.

[spilled_ink]

Oh, are you working at the forge as well? I've spoken to Matsue before, but I don't think I've seen you.

[kurdith]

[Kíli, unfortunately, hasn't been able to get up and find any sort of work in the almost four weeks he's been here. Morgul poison, it seems, does a number on even Dwarves and it's taking time to heal. He has taken woodcarving commissions and other small, easy-to-do tasks, but he's itching to hunt or get to a forge or do literally anything.

He grins when his mother comes home and announces her job]

Finally. I thought we'd never get anything of any quality in this village!

[pterosaur]

[An immense pterosaur strides along the path, head high. Her rowan is less a crown than a ring around the base of her thick neck, largely covered by her pelt. She's not more than a few days into this setting, and may have been seen in the air at some distance.

Janine's still kind of weirded out by how humans are so small to her. This one's smaller than most. Also stouter and bearded, but doesn't quite look like a man. Should she comment?

Of course not. Maybe not even when her body was human. It's petty to think much about those things, especially now. Janine stops some distance away.]

:You're the smith?:

[hypsilophodon]

[I don't actually have any icons. Yet. I'm figuring out drawing him but not yet content with what I've got.]

A creature is racing about in sheer panic. Covered in simple quilly green feathers and pink-skinned otherwise, it is no bigger than an impressive turkey save for its tail. It's very fast, zigzagging here and there with rather more speed than a human could manage. Maybe it was being chased by a fae at some point. Now it's just freaked out by everything, sometimes falling over itself and scrambling up to run some more.

Squeaks and shrill birdlike sounds emerge from its beak, and when it's within a few hundred yards those are joined by a 'voice' high and incoherent with terror, one that has no need to stop to breathe even when the creature itself has stumbled again and hasn't gotten up. It - he - lies on his side near the forge, small flank heaving rapidly, clearly just about exhausted.

:Nonononononono, tiny tiny not big at all, everything's so big - Everything's so big but meee!: