Who am I without my armor?
Rolling the stiffness out of her shoulders, Aino came over to nab a muffin. She gave them a hard look, and shook her head.
"My mum apparently finds you real skinny, Sah," she commented, and took a big bite. "I never get muffins. This is so unfair."
Shaking her head and still muttering about the unfairness of it all, she made her break short and soon busied herself with building a nook of wardrobes, for more storage. Practiced with the hammer now and growing in confidence, the woman was well aware that her work was practical only, and not much to look at.
"Where did ya get so good at crafting?" she called to Deimos at some point, when she ran out of complaints over her mother. "Not what I'd have expected from a general, honestly."
"My mum apparently finds you real skinny, Sah," she commented, and took a big bite. "I never get muffins. This is so unfair."
Shaking her head and still muttering about the unfairness of it all, she made her break short and soon busied herself with building a nook of wardrobes, for more storage. Practiced with the hammer now and growing in confidence, the woman was well aware that her work was practical only, and not much to look at.
"Where did ya get so good at crafting?" she called to Deimos at some point, when she ran out of complaints over her mother. "Not what I'd have expected from a general, honestly."
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