Monday Nov 8th - QL 2 days later

[ The forge was a sizeable structure, quite close to the weapons stall, and thankfully it had been undamaged by the storm. Even if it had, that wouldn't have stopped Flame from feeling the most at home and happy there. She'd helped in the repairs, but those were done, and now there was just the comfortable competence of work. The fires were banked low at the moment as she fiddled - not on journal paper - with a design, and in the back of her mind, considered a repair that was also on her list, and how to best repair the break to strength.

So there she was, warm and pleased, focused but still aware of a possible knock. Krile came in quite often to work on things of her own, or to ask Flame for help with something; she was used to, and didn't mind, the interruptions. ]