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sunshineverse2014-01-27 08:17 pm
abileunaspada) wrote in sunshineverse2014-01-27 08:17 pm
So much for slowing down...
Where: Milani Forge, Konoha Village
When: January 28th
Notes: Open to all
Finally she was home again after what had to be the most stressful set of missions she had ever been on. That along with the disaster of a vacation already left her feeling worn, but at least Adela had the option to opt out of missions for a little while -- if only because she had to favour her other work once in a while.
Aside from the bustling city streets, she was only accompanied by the sounds of metal against stone. She was sharpening her sword, trying to get it down to a razor's edge before running her fingers along the blade. It didn't happen a lot any more, but today the occasion happened where she ended up cutting the tip of her finger, wincing at it. It left a droplet of blood on her sword as she bandaged her finger, sighing softly. Even if it was work, this was the most relaxed she had felt in weeks. Sweet, sweet solitude.
That was, until she heard someone walking into the store. Damn it, and her uncle would be out. A sigh left her as she stood and walked out from the smithy in the back, ashen from her work and a little grumpier than usual as she looked for the customer, "Yeah yeah I'm here, whaddya want?"
When: January 28th
Notes: Open to all
Finally she was home again after what had to be the most stressful set of missions she had ever been on. That along with the disaster of a vacation already left her feeling worn, but at least Adela had the option to opt out of missions for a little while -- if only because she had to favour her other work once in a while.
Aside from the bustling city streets, she was only accompanied by the sounds of metal against stone. She was sharpening her sword, trying to get it down to a razor's edge before running her fingers along the blade. It didn't happen a lot any more, but today the occasion happened where she ended up cutting the tip of her finger, wincing at it. It left a droplet of blood on her sword as she bandaged her finger, sighing softly. Even if it was work, this was the most relaxed she had felt in weeks. Sweet, sweet solitude.
That was, until she heard someone walking into the store. Damn it, and her uncle would be out. A sigh left her as she stood and walked out from the smithy in the back, ashen from her work and a little grumpier than usual as she looked for the customer, "Yeah yeah I'm here, whaddya want?"