Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

Landing on the central beam of the shamush roof, Miko otherworldly announces:
- Anata no... negai... kanatta... ( 🤓 ) - and takes off her rabbit cloak.

-- That's right, so first, work with this rough-cut aspen, and once you get the hang of it, you'll be able to handle something more substantial, and then we'll put it to use. But don't worry, you won't need exceptional precision, as we'll add some bronze, and we'll also age the wood... It will look like an ancient artifact.

*After some time working*

-- Alright, let's see what you've got.

By the way, you were offered to buy them. But no, it's better to send creatures on deadly missions...

- Well, something like that, - she said casually, handing the finished piece to Erephir. - It's still far from what you create, of course, but it seems like something is starting to work out.

At the designated location, Klin finds his fellow countryman. He looked as if he had aged 20 years since their last meeting.

- Uhh... - looking around with concern, weighing a thousand factors in her mind, and only after making sure that no one was watching, she sighs resignedly and jumps off the roof with the intention of breaking her neck - in the best traditions of Japanese office workers.

-- Okay, -- said the redhead. -- Now, add some chaotic swirls, something like this.

She demonstrates, skillfully wielding the tool.

-- I have some glued-together discs drying, but I should start thinking about the coating. The most difficult part is correlating the flat and spherical coordinates and drawing everything accurately... I probably won't manage it on the first try.

Having received instructions and ingredients from Alaria, Guion nodded and diligently began kneading the dough. It turned out to be a little more difficult than he had anticipated, but not more difficult than wielding a sword. It took some time to find the right pace and immerse himself in the process, achieving a uniform, smooth mass. By the end of the kneading, his arms were starting to ache a little. "A great substitute for training, and it works out the muscles, and I spent my time usefully," Guion noted.
Shaping the dough also turned out to be more difficult than he thought, but somewhere around the third or fourth batch, the pieces of dough with the filling inside began to resemble pies, and by the end of the first baking sheet, he wasn't even ashamed to look at the result of his work. When the enticing smell of the finished pies wafted from the oven, he simply nodded in satisfaction. All that remained was to make sure that Beata didn't get to the kitchen before the others...

Klin himself didn't understand why his heart led him to this place at that hour, but now, looking at the old acquaintance, he felt as if he saw a reflection of his own soul.
—Hello, old friend. —he nodded to the hermit with a heavy sigh. —Do you mind if I...? —he added, taking the free seat next to him.

— Well, — the warrior sighed, wiping sweat from her forehead, — I think we can call the others. If they’re free, of course.

- Hello, Edgelord-kun, - she replies to him as if she were sweeping the yard or decorating future talismans with inscriptions. - What events has this November morning brought you?

- And to you as well... Well, have a good day.