A day in the smithy

Allia looking up at the sign outside, walks into what seems to be an iron smithy. She spends a few minutes looking at what's available being careful not to touch anything.

Goldenblade is in the smithy, at the forge, doing something that looks technical. Or for what this world is technical. It looks involved, anyhow. But not so involved that she's not paying attention to the world, and she calls out, "Hello," when she sees Allia arrive. She seems to be heating up some iron in a crucible over the forge, and watching it carefully as it slowly takes heat.

Allia says "Hi There" in return to the smith as she peruses the wares looking at the smaller daggers.

    The smithy seems to be popular today. There's a Spriggan wandering in! Oh no!

    Oh wait, it's just Miyako. No danger there. Unless you're a song. She waves casually to Goldenblade at her work, then pauses as she sees there's already another customer.

    "Oh, hey there, neighbor. Got some work for our friendly neighborhood mithril-mongers?"

Goldenblade is in training, and the thing she's doing, heating the metal, is about as far as the lesson has progressed. She pulls it off the heat, hits it with her hammer a couple times, observes the deformation, and puts it on the heat again. "Name's Goldenblade," she introduces herself to Allia. "it's not my place, I'm learning some metalworking from Miho," she explains.

She wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of her forearm, then concentrates on her task again. She looks up as Miyako waves her way, offers a smile and a 'Hey'.

Allia nods "Allia, I mostly sing and dance but every once in a while one needs a bit of protection using a different kind of dance, and my last blade here got rusted out from some jerk letting it sit wet on the trip over here" she pulls out a rusted dagger from somewhere quickly and holds it up to the forge light it's apparent how low quality it is.

    The young-looking Spriggan nods. "Miyako Blacklily, fellow musician, lunatic, and all-around seer of sights, singer of songs, and occasional doer of deeds." She makes a rather florid bow.

    "Congratulations on your apprenticeship, then, oh Great Golden Girl." She's teasing, right?

    Of course she is.

Goldenblade is, luckily for Allia, a quite skilled /weaponsmith/. She's in training to deversify. But weaponsmithing is her stock-in-trade, or one of them, and she'll take a look at the rusted dagger. "Ah, yeah, you're gonna want that melted down, the corrosion's too heavy to really recover it," she observes. "But let me put this up, and I can probably make you something in pretty short order."

She'll take Golden Girl from Miyako with a smirk. Her player is the /right age/ for that, after all, as those who know her are aware.

Allia hands over the dagger annd looks Miyako up and down before asking "What do you play? Also glad to know that though are not blind, mute, or parapalegic for such maladies would make our prefession difficult."

    Miyako smiles and leaves Goldenblade to her smithwork, not wanting to interrupt as she negotiates with her customer. Although she does have to answer the customer's question. "Oh, I prefer the guitar, myself, though I'm handy enough with the banjo and a few other things. And you?"

    (She has to agree, on the question of maladies. Her own health was bad enough, Outside, that she doesn't talk about it much.)

Goldenblade will take the dagger, leaving the lump of soft, hot metal off to the side of the forge, where it will stay at the temperature it is now. She'll borrow a couple of Miho's tools, since she's not in her own shop, and disassemble the knife, inspecting it with a sigh. She'll chuck it in a scrap metal bin for processing later, and says, "Pick out a new knife, and I'll give you a credit for the old one. The metal that's there is still good, just needs to be melted down and reworked," she explains, "which will take a bit of time."

She smirks to Miyako, and says, "Yeah, if you were deaf, dumb, and blind, you'd have to play pinball." Which is about as young-people a joke as she can manage.

Allia replies "Flute and violin are my preferred way to damage ones eardrums." to Miyako before muttering under her breath as she returns to looking at the available aptions. "Something wicked sharp and light ideally"

    "Well we can't have that, I suck at pinball," Miyako complains. "Video games in general, really. It's why I like VR so much, it gets me out of that zone..." That being the zone where the body she was stuck with at birth was rather ... limited.

    "... liked, I guess. Reality seems to have taken on something of a wider meaning these days." She smiles lightly. "I like it. And flute and violin, hmm? What sort of music? Classical? Folk? Or do you play both kinds, country /and/ western?" She waggles her eyebrows with the last question, teasing once again.

Goldenblade nods as Allia describes her ideal blade, and will point her to the section of stilettos and other slender blades. She looks Allia over thoughtfully for a moment, then will return to her metalforging work, pulling it off the side-fire and heating it up, then hammering it out into something like a slab, a bit at a time, steadily flattening it, pausing to re-heat it every so often.

She smirks at Miyako sucking an pinball, and admits, "I'm not much good at it, myself. Pachinko, I can sort of do, but there's less real effort there. Video games ... eh, my kids and grandkids do them. This is my first game," she says with a smirk. "Safe to say, it was not what I signed up for." The country /and/ western comment sounds like it ought to be familiar, but she can't quite place it. She hasn't seen that movie since it came out.

Allia Laughs at the banter "You mean you /didn't/ sign up to be permanently in a game forever with your grandchildren? As for music mostly classical kyogen but I'm open to trying just about any music at least a little"

Allia shakes her head as she hefts a few of the stiletto's looking one that's balanced just right for her.

    Miyako nods, smiling lightly, not catching Goldenblade's failure to grok. "I'm mostly a folkie, myself, but I've done a bit of just about everything. The locals think it's a little weird at first but it's fun once they get used to it. I'd be glad to jam with you sometime."

    She hmms softly as she watches Allia pick out a blade. "Yeah, that one looks good," she eventually says.

Goldenblade smirks to Allia, and says, "You know, it wouldn't have been so hard if my grandkids /were/ here. They do nothing when they come up to visit but complain about missing their games, but they had school when the game opened, and they weren't gaming on a school night, not if my son had taught them right. I was going to start early, get used to things, then wait for them, but they never came on." She shrugs that off. It's old events, now. She's working out her raw metal, though it's not initially clear what she's making. It's at that early stage where 'lump' is all that can be determined.

Allia twirls around the one Miyako said was ok and does a few quick jabs at the air with it. "Not bad. better than what I had for sure. How much is it?" she asks Goldenblade. "What happens when you try to be responsible or different. You end up alone a lot." She says this last bit sounding a bit sad but makes a smile afterwords "On the up side you'll know if they slack off their homework and weren't listening as they'd be here not at home in Japan."

Goldenblade nods agreement to Allia. "The oldest would have started college, so I'm glad he didn't miss that. I'm retired, so I'm not beholden to anyone." She'll list off the price to Allia, Miho would have briefed her. It's Miho's shop, of course, she's just minding it while Miho is out.

Allia "Pulls out some coins and hoping its enough hands them over as she hides the stiletto

Goldenblade will take the coins and dump them into Miho's cashbox and offer a smile to Allia. "Thank you, and good luck," she calls.