[PQ] baker's dozen [seasonal event]

Amalia i'll light a fire in your new shoes A stone whizzes past the baker's head, and spins to look in shock at it's source. Was the golem--? No. Deimos. Another rock hurls at the door and Amalia quickly ducks away. There is a satisfying thwick as it connects with the storm door's latch, chipping off a section of rotted timber and letting in a shaft of light. Below, the golem groans it's displeasure and struggles to evade the beam, but Deimos' grip is sure and the thing can only drag itself about a foot. Wessex's taunting enrage it further: with a fearsome growl it spins around, escaping Deimos' grasp to lunge toward the Ascended. And dissolves. Silhouetted by a window of light, Amalia stands, panting, defiant, the door behind her at last thrown open. It casts a wide rectangle of dim sunlight- not much, but enough to conquer their granite foe. But at what cost? Anxious and guilty, the young woman jumps into the basement she so deeply fears, running toward Wessex and extending a tentative hand toward the older woman. "I'm so sorry- are you alright?" Her dark gaze passes between Wessex and Deimos, concernn and guilt and appreciation written on her face. "Upstairs is almost done, maybe I can make you some tea? And, um, cookies? To thank you?" If Wessex will let her she will help the woman up the ladder and back into the dark. There is no more preparation that needs be done today- the baker's foe is vanquished, and she can at last open shop. We did it, team! I'll archive this in a week, feel free to post a wrap up (or not, whatevs) image by tambako @ flickr.com