6 Unicorn Street; Friday [06/29].

[special_rabbit]

This week might have been a break week, but there was still activity stirring up the construction site. Amaya had been waiting all week for this and now had a full weekend of work to look forward to as she signed off on the delivery of the materials she'd need to build the forge in the nice, open space of the shop's first floor. She took a second to savor that brief moment of anticipation and promise that made starting a new project--especially such an important project--so sweet before cracking her knuckles, adjusting her gloves, and getting started.

Laying bricks and mortar wasn't a particularly difficult job, no, but it was work Amaya enjoyed. Really, though, there were very few examples of work that Amaya didn't enjoy. And it definitely helped knowing that this work was work that would leave to even more work, and it was the work she was born to do. Didn't even bother her that it was a little warm out; if anything, it just made her more eager for that heat of a hot forge on her face again.

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[what_the_shock]

This week was also hot, so when Miguel saw someone out actually working in it, he was going to pause to stare a bit. Then cock his head at what she was doing, which was certainly nothing he'd ever seen done before. Huh.

He also belatedly waved, because he wasn't a completely socially inept ass.

[special_rabbit]

The belatedness of the wave worked, since it took Amaya a moment to realize anyone was there. She grinned a little, wiping the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead (why did she always think bangs would be a good look for a blacksmith? Yet she always cut them when they started to grow back, all the same), and waved back with a trowel still in hand.

"Hello! Great day for a project, don't you think?"

[what_the_shock]

"Maybe a project inside," Miguel...sort of agreed. "You're making a wall?"

[special_rabbit]

Amaya was...sort of inside! The shop was going to be incredibly open for good air flow, but there was a general structure hugging it, so...she felt she could confidently make that argument, and she grinned at the suggestion.

"A forge," she corrected, giving it a loving pat. "Finally got my materials in today, figured there's no point in waiting any longer on getting her started."

[what_the_shock]

"Oh, okay." Miguel paused. "What kind of forge?"

[special_rabbit]

"Blacksmith's forge!" Amaya answered, though she did sort of wonder what other kinds of forges there could even be. This kind, for her, really seemed the only one that mattered. "That's what all this hullabaloo here's all about, finally getting my shop up and running on the island. 'Bout time, too, really. Would have had it earlier, when I first got here, but let's just say the guy I bought Turtle & Canary from was a little...creative about the details when he sold it to me."

He lied. Straight up lied about it, that sneaky little gnome.

[what_the_shock]

"Is there a lot of need for a blacksmith around here?" Miguel asked. He'd never needed one anywhere else before, but you never knew.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya shrugged. "Guess we'll find out," she said. "Probably not as much as my last place, I reckon, but the forge isn't even built yet, and I've already got one order in the wings. That's promising. But if anything, I've also got the general store here in town; that's more than enough to pay the bills if the demand is a little...limited."

[what_the_shock]

"That's good, then. What kinds of things will you make?" Miguel asked.

[special_rabbit]

"Weapons!" said Amaya, perhaps a little too eagerly, but she tempered that excitement a little with a crooked grin as she added, "mostly. I like tinkering with a lot of things, really, but that there's my bread and butter. You much of a weapons person?"

[what_the_shock]

"Only my body," Miguel answered, smirking. "Never really used a lot of weapons."

[special_rabbit]

"Your body?" Amaya quirked a brow. "You're not a sword like that other fella, are ya?"

She still hadn't managed to wrap her head around that one, truth be told. Considering her profession, it just made her feel...uncomfortable if she gave it too much thought.

[what_the_shock]

"Like - oh, no." Miguel shook his head. "I was just being silly. 'My body is my weapon' and all. I wouldn't know what to do with a sword if I had to."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan couldn't miss the noise from next door to the trooper station, so after his chat with Liam, he peeked inside. Recognizing Amaya, he stuck his head in the door. "Amaya, hey. Beach, around sundown. You in?"

[special_rabbit]

"Kaidan!" Amaya looked up from the nicely-coming-together forge and danced a hand in the air in a wave. "Hello! The beach, eh? You putting together a party?"

[spectre_alenko]

"Sort of, yeah," he nodded, "The heat's making me crazy and seems to be spoiling the moods of a lot of other people. Should be a fun to unwind."

[special_rabbit]

"The heat?" asked Amaya, as another drop of sweat rolled down the side of her face. "Hadn't even noticed." She just thought it was the fiery passion of a job well done.

"But, yeah, that sounds great! unwinding should be just what I need when I'm finished with this," she gestured toward the pile of bricks and mortar taking shape, "for the day."

[spectre_alenko]

"Great! See you there!"

Smiths, man. Creatures of heat.

[special_rabbit]

At least Amaya was pleased to find out that the little break she'd had to take these last few months hadn't sent her tolerance straight out the window.

"Sure thing! Thanks for the invite."