Amaya Blackstone

A fun fact about Tanalorian bees was that Amaya was allergic to Tanalorian bees.

Okay, so it really wasn't that fun, and Amaya was completely unaware of this fact. Amaya might have actually gone her whole life not knowing that fact it weren't for the bee lady.

"So, I heard you have bees."

And that's where the trouble started. When the bee lady arrived to collect said bees, the bees fought back with a venegence. The bee lady insisted it was because of the island's 'wee fee' that they were acting so hostile, but all Amaya knew was that she and Apu had it perfectly handled until she showed up and chaos reigned in a flurry of wings and buzzes and stingers.

Three days later, Amaya woke up still swollen and puffy and itchy, thankfully in her own bed, though covered with beestings...

...and crystals.

She groaned, trying to shove the crystals off and having a vague recollection of the bee lady setting the whole thing up and insisting that it would work. Clearly, this was not the case. And it was also pretty clear that Amaya would not be going anywhere any time soon, either.

Stupid bees.


[[mostly establishy, though definitely open if any one wants to check in on her and/or try to stop by]]

Boy, was Amaya feeling glad she hadn't de-winterized the Crumbler yet! Not that it had done her any good yesterday, when she oh so handwavily tried to clear out some of the snow. She managed to get her little corner of the street taken care of, turned around, and there it was all snowed in again, just like that.

Not one to give up, though, Amaya was all bundled up and back out there again the next morning, pushing the Crumbler mere inches at a time in the effort to blow some of that snow away, enough to make a path so she could at least check on how Apu was doing at the store with the power out.

She wasn't too happy about the progress (or lack thereof); the Crumbler didn't sound too happy about it, either, grinding and groaning and clattering away, barely able to move the snow before more took its place.

"Zounds," she murmured at one point, wiping her forehead as her cheeks stung red from the cold, "who had to go upset a wizard, huh?"

Sure, she knew it was probably just the Island being difficult, but it somehow made her feel a little better if she could chalk it up to "A wizard did it."

[[ open for anyone out and about in the snoooooow ]]

Feeling exceptionally relieved that she hadn't woken up as a younger, bespectacled version of herself, Amaya decided to take advantage of the nice day to do something that she would not only enjoy, but it needed to be done, anyway: winterizing the Crumbler. She'd rolled it out of the shed, spread her tools and parts in a sort of nice organized chaos around the small yard, and set to work. Sure, it'd taken a little dip into her forge fund to cover the price of what she needed, but it was an investment, especially if taking good care of the Crumbler now meant the Crumbler would take good care of her (and her pockets) later.

If you caught her at the right moments, you might have even picked up a faint strain of whistling underneath all the clanking and banging and whirring.

[[and open post is open!]]

So, after spending the day there, Amaya had concluded that this Turtle & Canary thing wasn't as bad as it initially seemed. Sure, her hammer hand was going to get a little tingly from not being used, but there was plenty to do there to keep her busy, and that Apu fellow seemed like a real hardworking guy...with patience in spades. She liked that. And apparently the town seemed so quiet when she arrived because most of the school had been away on a trip, and they were just getting back. She liked that, too.

What she didn't like was what she found when she went to see the house that came with the whole deal. It would be a bit weird, not living right off her shop like she'd been used to, but she was open to new experiences. The small bit of yard could use some upkeep; there were lines dug into it from the Merchant's cart's wheels, but still plenty of room for a garden, that was good. The building itself seemed to have good bones on it, too, but, even before she open the door, she could smell something...off. Something...that a house should not smell like.

Goats. The place reeked of goats, which wasn't too surprising, since the Merchant had those ridiculous 'unicorns,' but when she opened the door and the smell hit her like a wall and she realized that the Merchant hadn't lived in the house, but the goat had, and it showed, she'd just about lost it.

Who just let two goat run wild in a house? Two goats who ate everything, one of which had really bad depth perception, too.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

Well. At least her hammer hand wouldn't be too bored after all...

[[ and it's open! ]]