Pass It On

[Ériu]

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The road to knowledge and success is a long, weary one; although, nothing short of exciting. Never minding the amount of times she has to do this, fighting the Forest Treants never gets old to Ériu. It fulfills a longing in her that she can’t quite define, nor does she care to do so. She likes the feeling of adrenaline pumping through her body, making her legs faster, her reflexes sharper. She cuts down the Treants one-by-one, AP soaking into her pores, and she feels the power in her muscles and her magic lines surge.

When Ériu gets back to the farm, she has a satisfactory amount of lumber stacked in her inventory.

She’s got a lot of work to do today. With the banquet just along the horizons, more and more orders have urgently been push to her. She’d sent her last table off not that long ago, had passed it along to Emery for shipping. Today, she’s been asked to engage in some sort of experimental collaboration with other crafters in the area. Emery didn’t give her their names, but he’d assured her that the order was to be taken very seriously and that no mistakes were to be made.

Despite her initial doubts, the Elf had agreed to fulfill her part of the order. A banquet table was in order. She’s not entirely sure how it’s going to piece together, but the Shaman is willing to give it a try. She’s interested in how the final product will look and is honestly disappointed that she will undoubtedly never see it.

She gets to work, measuring the piece of lumbar set out before her. She marks four corners with a thin cut of a knife and then does the same with two more layers of lumbar.

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When the marks are made, the Elf meanders to her supplies and brandishes a saw. Carefully, she creates an imaginary line in her head that connects the marks and then begins to saw, the muscles in her arms tensing at the back-and-forth motion. It takes a little more effort to perform the task than she would have liked. The teeth on the saw are wearing down. Ériu makes a mental note to purchase a new one when the opportunity strikes. For now, the Shaman powers through, gritting her teeth when she hits a bump in the road.

Three more corners later, she has one third of the table face finished. Rather than going on ahead and cutting out the shapes from the other pieces of lumber, Ériu decides to do her muscles a merciful favor and sandpapers what she already has. The scratching noise sends her skin into a prickling fit, but that little nuisance is all part of the job description. Honestly, she’s gotten a little weary of her craft altogether. She simply cannot wait to break the monotony of her cozy lifestyle and go to school.

With that one third smoothed over, she gets to work on cutting out the remaining pieces of lumber, bracing herself as she saws along those invisible lines. It’s a rather humid day today. Even with the little puffs of wind breathing over the area, she still cannot keep from working up a rather heavy sweat. Occasionally, the Elf pauses in her work to swipe her forehead.

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She now has two pieces of the face finished. Double-checking for any error, the Elf stacks them atop of each other to make sure that they line up perfectly. Ériu nods at her progress and retrieves another strip of sandpaper. She stretches her limbs first, back cracking at the motion. She sighs, bends forward, and steers ahead, dreams of magic and runes floating around in her head.

She runs a hand over the smooth surfaces and then taps her fingers along the top, thinking on the shape and design of the face. She supposes she really doesn’t have a place to decide that. With the other crafters participating, they’ll undoubtedly want a say in how the final product will look. Ériu decides that her best course of action will be to simply give them a slate to work with, create a foundation and nothing more.

So, she leaves it at that, makes sure that what she has will be sufficient to work with. She’s creating three layers for sturdiness. She imagines it will be supporting a lot of food.

Hrm. . .Wonder what they’ll serve. Probably something foreign, dishes with names she cannot even begin to pronounce.

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The thought of food makes her stomach growl, but she’s not quite ready to call it quits yet. Ériu wants to get this finished before sundown, so that it will be out of her hands by the next day. Considering she has chores to do throughout the day, she knows she’s reaching high for that accomplishment. Part of her agreement with Maple was that she’d raise half of the tuition money herself while still doing her part around the farm. At the time, the Shaman hadn’t thought much of the deal. She’s worked on the farm ever since she was a little girl. How hard could it possibly be to add on a little extra weight to her responsibilities?

And it’s not like it is difficult, just . . . time-consuming, she supposes. The work isn’t hard in the least. It’s trying to squeeze all her duties into one sixteen-hour-plus period that’s tough. The animals even seem more demanding than usual.

It’s her burden to bear. She doesn’t want Maple thinking she can’t do it, or the Werecat might not let her go to school after all, so the Elf sucks it up and returns to her work, sawing into the third and final piece of lumber until she has the top-most layer of the table face ready to be worked on. Once that’s accomplished, Ériu stacks it atop the other two to see how it fits and then starts to sand down the prickly surfaces.

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With the sanding done, she’s down to one last, achingly simple task. Standing, the Elf searches for the tool she needs, only to find that it’s missing. Frowning, she jumps to the conclusion that she had run out of glue at one point and had forgotten to buy some more. Biting her bottom lip, Ériu goes to the barn and starts digging around for it. She finds a bottle behind a pile of wood scraps.

She’s really got to clean out her work area, but she hasn’t had the motivation for it in a long time.

Anyway, the Elf happily meanders outdoors, pleased that she’s almost completed her part of the project. Again, she wonders what it’ll look like once the other crafters have puts their hands and hearts into it. While she glues the three pieces of wood together, the teenaged Shaman plays with the idea of sneaking into the banquet, perhaps high-jack a carriage, knock out the gentry inside, and steal their clothes so she could look like a much-wanted guest of this special occasion. She grins at the thought, shakes her head, and steps away from her work.

The glue’s got to dry, and she’s other things to do –animals to tend to-, so Ériu leaves the project to finish itself and goes to check-up on her charges. A snack sounds nice as well, probably something with cheese.

Later when she returns, the glue has dried, and she is ready to call upon Emery to have it shipped.

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