Stay in the box. [...] No. Stay in the bo- Stay-
[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]
Sokka
I need workspace in the smithy. Stay out of my way. I won't be in yours.
Simon
Come to the smithy later. I need to fit you for something.
Katara
We will speak tonight. After dark, past the southern edge of town. If you are willing.
[Sigmund will not be home today until quite late, so the chances of catching him are slim. But everyone will find a neatly handwritten note slipped under their door, to the effect of "I made you something. It is in the kitchen. Your name is on the jars." And, as the notes said, there are three little pyramids of six squatty little jars each on the kitchen table. And in those jars... is pie. Portable pie. Sigmund-cooked portable pie. For Capell and Katie, apple. For Edward, venison and mutton.
...Pie.]
[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]
Sokka
I need workspace in the smithy. Stay out of my way. I won't be in yours.
Simon
Come to the smithy later. I need to fit you for something.
Katara
We will speak tonight. After dark, past the southern edge of town. If you are willing.
[Sigmund will not be home today until quite late, so the chances of catching him are slim. But everyone will find a neatly handwritten note slipped under their door, to the effect of "I made you something. It is in the kitchen. Your name is on the jars." And, as the notes said, there are three little pyramids of six squatty little jars each on the kitchen table. And in those jars... is pie. Portable pie. Sigmund-cooked portable pie. For Capell and Katie, apple. For Edward, venison and mutton.
...Pie.]
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[He's not trying to be a brat, Sig, honest! He just knows at this point that Sigmund can be... a bit particular sometimes.]
[And true to his word, Simon will be heading into the smithy sometime in the afternoon. He probably smells vaguely of chocolate cookies.]
Over here.
Sigmund shepherds him over to his workspace, out of the way and in a corner. His tools might seem a bit out of place in a metal-shop. A bag of plaster, a wooden box... a piece of wax carved into the shape of a blade...]
Hold your arm out.
He can't help but ask, though.]
What's going on?
You'll need a blade.
Am... am I ready for a real sword?
There is more to swordsmanship than fighting. You must care for your weapon, and be comfortable carrying it. We won't sharpen it yet.
How do you care for it? Doesn't metal just last a long time by itself?
Arm down. Stand up straight.
I wonder if Kamina does that... I never see him looking after his sword. [Though Kamina is about as unorthodox as it gets.]
A blade will not last long if untended. You will learn to tend yours.
Right- I'll take good care of it. Umm... if you teach me, anyway.
That was what I intended.