The Captain meets the Blacksmith
Another thing for @sandalphonshrine! At some point you’ll stop encouraging me!
Beau hears the bell go off while she’s engraving. "Back here!" Huh, she wasn’t expecting anyone today, is it lunch already? She blows off the shavings. Yeah, this is a good stopping point. She quickly puts her tools away. She wipes off her hands, a habit even when they aren't dirty. Her knife is within easy reach, belted to her hip. Just in case. She walks out of the workroom, rag still in hand.
A young girl with blue hair is peering around the corner, and a young dragon flys over her head.
"Are you Siero's blacksmith?"
“One of many, I'm sure." Does this mean the Captain’s hear as well?
They both visibly perk up. "Mariet! We found her!" The dragon flys off, into her shop. There's a clang of falling weapons, and she rushes in after him.
A young woman's trying to put the weapons back.
"Here, let me help with that."
She jumps a bit, turning her head. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Beau can't help the laugh. "It's alright! This isn't the first time it's happened." Usually it's children, but there's no need to mention that. As she hangs the last sword back where it belongs, Beau can't help but notice the way she's staring at her. Like she's seen a ghost, or something. She ignores it, in favor of straightening the sword. "So, you must be the Captain I've heard so much about." There, it’s perfect.
She nods. "Siero said you wanted to see me?"
Beau nods. "How has my work been treating you?” When she first Siero mention someone having primals as part of their crew, she could scarcely believe it. When she heard they needed weapons for those crew, she couldn’t resist, the chance to show off a siren’s call.
"Oh, yes, they’ve been working well." Just well? The captain, Mariet, shuffles a bit on her feet. "Um, how long have you been on this island?"
How long has it been? "Three years, I think." Does she remember her from some where? That... could be troublesome. So long as she questions her memory though, Beau should be fine. Something tells her asking ‘why’ might be a bad choice. “Has anyone given you the tour? It’s a lovely island, especially at night. The way the water shines on the sea is captivating.”
She shakes her head.
“I could use a break, if you want to join me for a walk? Just a short one.” It’ll help her fine-tune the weapons she makes in the future, as frustrating as it is to make them for someone who isn’t around to answer any questions she has.