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taxonomites2010-06-09 02:48 am
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fēorða • [ location : the smithy ]
The palace was a quiet place since Gwen and Casey’s return from H. C. Clements. She had spent plenty of time away from Morgana back in Camelot, as her mistress didn’t always need her maidservant to accompany her on trips. There was, of course, more down time than usual, but in a busy castle filled with never finished chores there always had been something for her to occupy herself with. With an absent prince (that she tried her best not to think on) and no mistress to run the house, Gwen did the best to tend to what Morgana would have were she there, but once those things were settled she had only wasted a small portion of the morning.
Once breakfast was had and her cloak was retrieved Gwen opened her tablet and used the pen-like stylus to write Casey a note, sent directly to his machine, to inform him she would be at the Smithy for the day. There were still a great number of things about the device that made little sense to her, but the ability to hand write things on the Tablet made her more inclined to use it. She hid it back away in her bracelet, a constant reminder of the captivity within the city, and set out the short distance to her piece of home.
It felt more like home. There was so much to do around the place, it was a welcome distraction from the eventfulness of her arrival. She hardly had time to sit and enjoy it since coming here, aside from the few moments she spent alone in this very room singing to herself about her father...
With the weapons used for the rescue operation all stacked on the workbench and in need of sharpening and repair, she started by lighting a fire and hatching some water for cooling. The least damaged dagger in the bunch would have to do for now. She sat sharpening it by hand while she waited on the fire, checking the edge from time to time for a proper taper before sliding the sharpener across the blade once more. It was almost second nature for her, and in this setting she could hardly believe she was away from Camelot.
[ ooc | slightly revised. ]
Once breakfast was had and her cloak was retrieved Gwen opened her tablet and used the pen-like stylus to write Casey a note, sent directly to his machine, to inform him she would be at the Smithy for the day. There were still a great number of things about the device that made little sense to her, but the ability to hand write things on the Tablet made her more inclined to use it. She hid it back away in her bracelet, a constant reminder of the captivity within the city, and set out the short distance to her piece of home.
It felt more like home. There was so much to do around the place, it was a welcome distraction from the eventfulness of her arrival. She hardly had time to sit and enjoy it since coming here, aside from the few moments she spent alone in this very room singing to herself about her father...
With the weapons used for the rescue operation all stacked on the workbench and in need of sharpening and repair, she started by lighting a fire and hatching some water for cooling. The least damaged dagger in the bunch would have to do for now. She sat sharpening it by hand while she waited on the fire, checking the edge from time to time for a proper taper before sliding the sharpener across the blade once more. It was almost second nature for her, and in this setting she could hardly believe she was away from Camelot.
[ ooc | slightly revised. ]
[location: the Smithy]
Casey finishes with the weapon he's cleaning and grabs another. It helps to have something to do, otherwise he might find himself wanting to look at her more than he should.
"I'm trained in various forms of combat. Hand-to-hand, martial weapons, ranged weapons. A tranquilizer gun is a weapon that shoots tiny projectile darts. Puts a target to sleep rather than ripping bloody holes into their flesh. I prefer guns in general, it's my strongest skill set."
[location: the Smithy] lol that icon
"Regardless you have little to worry about. I've had my fill of proper facades," she says a bit nostalgic as she recalls how easy she could be around Merlin. There's a hint of humor in her voice as she continues; "Though you must explain to me someday what these differences in how men and women relate are."
She frowns a bit at that, turning her attention back to the pile of weapons she polishes. "It would seem in your world there is little difference in our soldiers.