Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Looking up at the question, she was surprised at first, but quickly realized that Harper would be a well known figure here, ruler as he had been. If she blushed deeper from letting slip the name of her friend, it was hard to see as she bent her head over the ring.
And it was not as easy of a question to answer as it should be. Maea sighed. "Physically yes. Mentally... I'm not sure. Probably not? But he's trying. Last time I saw him he smiled more like he meant it."
Plying the ring with her fire, she used the saw and the hammer to adjust the size, before beginning to erase the signs that it had ever been broken. But then she stopped herself. Twisted the ring between her fingers, before digging into a pocket. A lump of blueish steel from her own molten tiger shift nestled next to a tiny lump of gold someone had bartered to her nestled in her palm, and without really knowing if it would work she abruptly cut the band apart in more places. Jagged, haphazard, until it had become a puzzle to reassemble.
"Are you close?" she wondered, even as she began to mend the piece with licks of gold and steel. Lopsided was fine. Crooked and uneven was fine too. What would ultimately matter was that the ring would hold together... however imperfectly.
And it was not as easy of a question to answer as it should be. Maea sighed. "Physically yes. Mentally... I'm not sure. Probably not? But he's trying. Last time I saw him he smiled more like he meant it."
Plying the ring with her fire, she used the saw and the hammer to adjust the size, before beginning to erase the signs that it had ever been broken. But then she stopped herself. Twisted the ring between her fingers, before digging into a pocket. A lump of blueish steel from her own molten tiger shift nestled next to a tiny lump of gold someone had bartered to her nestled in her palm, and without really knowing if it would work she abruptly cut the band apart in more places. Jagged, haphazard, until it had become a puzzle to reassemble.
"Are you close?" she wondered, even as she began to mend the piece with licks of gold and steel. Lopsided was fine. Crooked and uneven was fine too. What would ultimately matter was that the ring would hold together... however imperfectly.
Maea
