set during the days following the dragon attack. the rivers child keeps close to her aunt, @rottedhearts, a hammer in hand as they work in tandem with each other.
it had been years since betha had been beside her aunt like this. beating at the hides of leather like they were still the well oiled machine of her youth. the idea of it could distract her, if even for just a moment. the familiar sounds of a hide creaking, the whacks of a mallet and the soft lull of her aunt's voice in her ear. "it is soothing," the silence, the repetitiveness of her movements. she knows there are dragons out there, a fascination deep rooted within her despite the destruction they had always seemed to cause. she thinks of donnell, though attempts to banish the thought right after. he was being taken care of, she did not need to worry. "you know, with all that has happened." stunted words for a head that did not seem to work properly.