A Strategic Spot near the Shore; Saturday Afternoon [10/29].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya's day had started exactly as it usually did and exactly as she preferred it: bright and early and incredibly busy. Thankfully, the work of figuring out which spot along the shore was likely to give the most pumpkin chuckin' for their buck as well as one that seemed likely as a good defensive spot against, say, a potential kraken attack some day, was easy. And the work of hauling a good deal of wood, tools, other supplies, pumpkins (both organic and concrete), and a variety of different weights and counterweights to that spot was much more demanding, but those were the kinds of demands Amaya rather enjoyed. Honestly, hauling materials across an island with far too many steps probably ranked right up there with her top five ways to spend a Saturday morning.

But, eventually, all the materials were there, and then it was just a matter of her partner-in-trebucheting to arrive so that they could get to work and get to the good stuff. She took a moment to lick a finger and lift it in the air (after removing her glove, of course) to test the wind, nodded approvingly, and maybe was just going to get started on at least the base of the thing, because she really was terrible at waiting when there were things to be doing and potential lingering nerves to ignore.

Even if she was, occasionally, distracted by what she thought was someone talking to her, in little more than a creepy whisper on the breeze, but, whenever she turned her head, she found there was no one there.

Which was probably best for them, really. She was loaded for bear on things to be thrown at anyone trying any sort of funny business, after all.

[[ mostly for the trebuchet date (trebu-date?), but feel free to poke at the blacksmith before she arrives! ]]

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[begmetwice]

Just the endorphins from flinging a pumpkin, that was all! Irene's own softening of her smile into something gently curious and openly pleased (especially once there was blushing) clearly just had to do with learning more about cannon. Obviously.

"Do we want to go all the way to concrete?" Irene wondered, actually giving her head a little half-shake to break the spell and biting her lower lip as she considered those projectiles. "Or amp up with a bigger regular pumpkin, first?"

Irene was, perhaps, a little intimidated (and fascinated) by the much heavier projectiles.

[special_rabbit]

"You know what?" said Amaya, with a thoughtful tilt of her own head, after already having hauled up another weight to put into the counterbalance. "Lady's choice. I'll let you decide what looks like it wants to go flying next. After all, this isn't even my first pumpkin chuckin' this week, you've got fresher eyes for it."

[begmetwice]

Irene considered that (and idly indulged herself in considering how nice it was that this felt like genuine< teamwork, and a fairly even partnership at the moment) as she continued also considering the projectiles.

And you know what? She was not exactly a woman well-known for playing it safe, so she was crossing over to grab a concrete pumpkin. (Or. Well. Less 'grab, ' more 'inelegantly heft.')

"Let's see what she can do," she decided, actually fairly excited by the prospect of really opening up this trebuchet's capabilities.