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[Fighting and weather chaos seem to have given way to...new arrival chaos instead. Unless someone shows up from her world, Raven'll be steering clear of the New Feathers given half an opportunity, at least until they know more about what's going on.

No, today she's taking steps toward all the things she made tentative plans about. First, to the flower shop and the item shop, looking for seeds that might result in food that could restore Rune Magic. Or a certain special kind of blue flower, one she's not likely to find until the fall - but she'll look, for the flower and the seeds.

Then she swallows her weird mix of fear-pride and goes back to the smithy. Time to ask about work. Now that her arm has healed and she's gotten a little practice in again, making accessories doesn't sound bad at all. Whoever is around in there will see her awkwardly stare at the building for several minutes before going inside to stare in a similar fashion at them.

Next comes an early dinner at Seventh Heaven, and that's where she lays out the journal and a small bag of somethings and speaks a message.]

I want to talk to some of you. I'm at the restaurant. [A very long pause.] Do all worlds have monsters?

[[ooc: Basically, if you had a moment with Raven thus far since she's been here, she made you something while she was getting herself back into accessory-crafting shape. Anyone can run into her (literally, if you wish) as she wanders around the village and tries to eat dinner in peace.]]

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[Well. This is awkward. Time to uh. Fill the air.]

So... you met Winry or Hiccup yet?

[Shaking her head, she realizes he may not be looking at her as she stacks things against the wall.]

No. What do they make?

[She's also discarded her coat by now, because it gets in the way of carrying things and she already snagged it on a sword. Without it - in just her sleeveless black half-shirt - she looks like a craftsperson. Like someone who's worked with metal for a while.]

Hiccup makes weapons, like me. Winry makes automail. It's... prosthetics, for missing limbs. Only you can control them, just like a real arm or leg. It's pretty impressive.

[Though they all dabbled outside their specialties. All the time.]

[This face is the opposite of nonplussed. This is plussed.]

Someone can craft a working leg made of metal?

Sounds amazing, right? I've been picking up a little of it myself. It's impressive.

I want to see it. [Unchecked curiosity is rare with her, and when she catches herself she shrinks back.] If...people can.

[She doesn't make weapons much but the fine details of something like an arm are so intriguing.]

Sure. Just ask her sometime. [A shrug.] There's one guy around here who has one arm and leg with automail.

[Presumably he walks and works like they are his actual limbs, or Sokka wouldn't mention it the way he is.]

...Do many people...lose their limbs here?

[It would translate very badly for a bird.]

Uh. I don't think so? He lost his way before coming here.

Mmh.

[Back to working in silence.

But these are the times you're supposed to make smalltalk, right? She makes a few awkward attempts before finding something semi-comfortable to settle on.]

Why do you use a sword?

For general slicing purposes. Fight bad guys. And it looks cool. It's made out of a meteor, actually.

[Okay, so it's more complex than that, but the question blindsided him.]

[Most people she knows have personal reasons for using the weapons they do. Given the versatility of choice in Sharance, it's a conversation that Gaius has fairly often with those who pass through.

Then there's Pia, who uses a giant fish.]

I meant...why that and not something else.

I used to use lots of things. A club, machete, spear, and other weapons that we used in my tribe. During my travels with the Avatar, I wanted to be able to do more. Offer more. All of them had powers that I didn't. So I convinced a swordmaster to teach me. He taught me how to not just use a blade, but how to make it as well. It's why I'm here now. In the smithy.

[So. In the end, it's actually something really important to him.]

[Oh. ...Wow, that's...actually a good weapon story. Look at her sliiiightly amused face.]

You should learn everything about the weapons you use.

[This is also approval.]

I have. The weapons we used back home were made from the bones and teeth of animals. Some of them I made myself, some were given to me. But I knew where each part came from. Here, I work with metal. And while I don't know where the Malnosso got it from, I've learned everything I can about it. And when I choose a type of weapon to use that metal for, I want the weapon perfect. So I try to know everything about the kind of people who use that weapon.

[This all would sound very deep if he didn't conclude it with:]

Basically I have a lot of free time here.

Even with all the fighting?

[After that draft, it seemed like a weapons-maker would be in business around here. For free, no less.]

That? The fighting doesn't happen often. Maybe three or four times a year.

[More than enough, really.]

So the rest of the time...people just live their lives.

[That? She's okay with. Totally, completely okay with quietly living her life.]

All the materials I'll need come into the general store?

"We have a store room in the forge." Sokka jerked a thumb at the door leading to the larger part of the smithy. "All the materials end up there. New Feather weapons sort of end up scattered in here, though. So we try and find them and sort them into the right place."

Right. Once she's done sorting out her current mess, she'll go have a look in there to see if the things she usually uses have come around. If not, well, time to learn new techniques.

"A lot of New Feathers must have weapons." It only makes sense. After all, there were enough fighters to necessitate a blacksmith that employed thre- four people.

"I'd say three fourths of the people who arrive in each cycle have to come here to find their weapon. Possibly more. I've never counted or anything."

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