6 Unicorn Street; Monday [05/20].
When Amaya woke up, she rolled out of bed, got dressed, and started her usual morning shuffle toward the kitchen to put on her coffee (and now, added to the habit, Seivarden's tea), and she gave her usual glance out the window to take note of what kind of day it was shaping up to be. The task was pretty much automatic at this point, really, which is why it took perhaps a second for her brain to really register what she saw, inspiring an almost comical double-take and surprised blinking at all that water out there.
And then came the wave of dread washing over her; she'd nearly dropped the coffee pot in her haste to hurry over to the door to the stairs leading toward the forge, which she flung open and didn't even need to take one step down before realizing that the whole place was completely submerged up until the top few steps.
Good news: at least her weapons weren't all stone and bone anymore.
Bad news: water was hardly good for steel! Not to mention that much of it!
"Ahhhhhh," she hissed between her teeth, "zards."
Good thing she knew how to swim, though she was sort of wishing she'd been a little more proactive about getting herself some scuba gear. No matter, she was wasting time, shedding off some of her heavier clothes and getting ready for a few dives to salvage what she could as quickly as she could. It might still be early enough that not a lot of damage had been done or would be done once it was all exposed to air after the water, and it would be a delicate balance, really, trying to maintain as much of their integrity as she could befo--
And there was Seivarden, padding into the kitchen after her and wondering very loudly why her tea wasn't ready yet.
"Oh, hold your whiskers!" Amaya shouted back. "There's more important things than tea right now."
She'd barely even caught the offended little yowl in response to that, because she wasn't wasting any more time in diving in and trying to bring up as much as she could as quickly as she could. But at least she had something to keep her busy that day.
It would be interesting, though, seeing how she managed to to salvage that giant shuriken.
[[ because why should we let Amaya have a break, hm?? Totes open if anyone wants to swing by a window or the back door or anything. The Forge, she shall be flooded this week, alas! ]]
And then came the wave of dread washing over her; she'd nearly dropped the coffee pot in her haste to hurry over to the door to the stairs leading toward the forge, which she flung open and didn't even need to take one step down before realizing that the whole place was completely submerged up until the top few steps.
Good news: at least her weapons weren't all stone and bone anymore.
Bad news: water was hardly good for steel! Not to mention that much of it!
"Ahhhhhh," she hissed between her teeth, "zards."
Good thing she knew how to swim, though she was sort of wishing she'd been a little more proactive about getting herself some scuba gear. No matter, she was wasting time, shedding off some of her heavier clothes and getting ready for a few dives to salvage what she could as quickly as she could. It might still be early enough that not a lot of damage had been done or would be done once it was all exposed to air after the water, and it would be a delicate balance, really, trying to maintain as much of their integrity as she could befo--
And there was Seivarden, padding into the kitchen after her and wondering very loudly why her tea wasn't ready yet.
"Oh, hold your whiskers!" Amaya shouted back. "There's more important things than tea right now."
She'd barely even caught the offended little yowl in response to that, because she wasn't wasting any more time in diving in and trying to bring up as much as she could as quickly as she could. But at least she had something to keep her busy that day.
It would be interesting, though, seeing how she managed to to salvage that giant shuriken.
[[ because why should we let Amaya have a break, hm?? Totes open if anyone wants to swing by a window or the back door or anything. The Forge, she shall be flooded this week, alas! ]]