Theo's side and kidney had healed finally, even if the internals were still like to give her fits now and then. Skin healed well enough, but muscle took some time to knit itself together back properly. But she couldn't rest. That fucking blood mage and company that had tried to sacrifice her and the other's had her repeating handbow. And she didn't like that.
She had gone back and collected her axe and longbows from the assholes that had still been there once she had a weapon to go back with, but her repeating handbow had been gone, the second busted, probably when the looters had tried to argue and tug it from one another. But, it meant that this pair she would craft, would be far superior. She had learned so much more about her craft since she had made that set, and as much as the one being destroyed, and the other being lost to her hurt, Theo knew she could always craft another set.
And she had decided to add a fair few upgrades. So while her forge was coming up to temperature in the butt-out of her cottage, she had wandered off down the path back towards Kirkwall. She needed some hard wood, and a bit of flux for what she had in mind. And she had provisions for the month she would be there to pick up from the grocer. So with her hand cart, she had made her way into town, in her bodice and hiked skirts, and made her purchases and pick ups, the items loaded into the cart and orders for the next week for food made and paid for. She's have to head back into town in a fortnight for those, but that was a good time out. She'd have two full weeks of crafting done before she'd have to leave off again.
With the mid-day heat, she hiked her skirt higher, pinning it in place, her bodice only done up to where she couldn't be charged with indecency if someone ran across her along the path as she pulled the cart down the way. The work wasn't challenging, she liked the effort it took -- it would make the bath and sleep that night so much more enjoyable. Maybe she'd read a book until she fell asleep, or maybe she'd recall a smiling face that'd help her fingers do a good job in bringing her an orgasm. She had the cottage all to herself and each of her desires to act upon as she saw fit. But, she really should have thought about taking and harnessing up the horse to the cart and having rode herself down into town, because as she drew closer to the cottage, she felt like she wasn't alone any longer.
Was someone at her door pounding to be let in?
She had gone back and collected her axe and longbows from the assholes that had still been there once she had a weapon to go back with, but her repeating handbow had been gone, the second busted, probably when the looters had tried to argue and tug it from one another. But, it meant that this pair she would craft, would be far superior. She had learned so much more about her craft since she had made that set, and as much as the one being destroyed, and the other being lost to her hurt, Theo knew she could always craft another set.
And she had decided to add a fair few upgrades. So while her forge was coming up to temperature in the butt-out of her cottage, she had wandered off down the path back towards Kirkwall. She needed some hard wood, and a bit of flux for what she had in mind. And she had provisions for the month she would be there to pick up from the grocer. So with her hand cart, she had made her way into town, in her bodice and hiked skirts, and made her purchases and pick ups, the items loaded into the cart and orders for the next week for food made and paid for. She's have to head back into town in a fortnight for those, but that was a good time out. She'd have two full weeks of crafting done before she'd have to leave off again.
With the mid-day heat, she hiked her skirt higher, pinning it in place, her bodice only done up to where she couldn't be charged with indecency if someone ran across her along the path as she pulled the cart down the way. The work wasn't challenging, she liked the effort it took -- it would make the bath and sleep that night so much more enjoyable. Maybe she'd read a book until she fell asleep, or maybe she'd recall a smiling face that'd help her fingers do a good job in bringing her an orgasm. She had the cottage all to herself and each of her desires to act upon as she saw fit. But, she really should have thought about taking and harnessing up the horse to the cart and having rode herself down into town, because as she drew closer to the cottage, she felt like she wasn't alone any longer.
Was someone at her door pounding to be let in?
05-03-2024, 02:34 PM
