#blacksmithgray

[reina-or-shine-blog]

Research in Mineral Town

blacksmithgray:

[Gray nears the Blacksmith’s building, hands shoved into his pockets and pauses in his stride when he spots an oddly dressed woman crouching down near the building. He stays still for a moment, unsure of whether or not to speak up or approach. Finally, he decides to question the woman.]

Um, [He shuffles his feet awkwardly.] Do you need anything? We’re not quite open for the day yet…

[Starts spinning the lid on the mason jar to tighten it—before a man’s voice startles her to her very core.] Oh—!!

[Gathers her things and frantically straightens up, whirling around to face the stranger. Her cheeks are flushed with pink embarrassment.]

I’m sorry. I didn’t realize someone was here. [Blinks, as if just now seeing the Blacksmith building for the first time.] Excuse me, I didn’t mean to loiter. Are these herbs part of your property? My apologies— [She begins untwisting the mason jars again.] I’ll put these back, if you’d like. I can also provide you with a potted plant for further compensation.

[blackcauldrons-blog]

[Gray is--though he hardly wants to admit it--lost. His grandpa was going to murder him if he got back too late, but the forest in the evening is a daunting and confusing place. The paths seem to cross one another, and without signage, Gray is out of his depths. He spots a small cottage out of the way and approaches, then knocks on the door, hoping that whoever is inside could give him some much needed directions.]

There must have been something in the air. For years, the Witch Princess had lived in solitude, not another living soul coming to bother her. It was why she chose the forest in the first place - to get away from the nuisance that other people were. Yet, in the past few days there had been an increase in the number of strangers knocking on her door. 

The nerve of them.

“Go away,” she called through a closed door.