DarkSmith
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- Aug 7, 2015
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Smith sets to work, the feed store lad assisting him. Smith directs him on tasks as he thinks how best to affect the repair of the gears. The Miller's deceased son had swapped out the original wooden ring and pinion for steel.
Unfortunately, an errant or perhaps malicious chunk of granite had broken the metal ring gear. Attempting to raise the beam that held the pinion yesterday was how the Smith had been injured, when the Miller's grip slipped on the pry bar.
The Smith and the lad raised the beam out of the way allowing access to the broken part. Freeing it, there next task is moving it out of the combustible environment of the mill. There is no adequate place to rig a block and tackle. So, brute force is the only solution.
Smith talks with the lad, and the task is set. The two look at each other, and at Smith's nod, they lift. Pain flares, and Smith strains, not wanting to let the lad down, have him lifting more of the load. The gear rises off of its mounts. The lad's eyes grow wide, then he frowns in concentration. Freed and now clear, the pair walk sideways carefully. Set the gear down on a low cart they have built. Both men, breathe heavily, having moved a massive weight well over 20 feet. They shove it outside, onto the stone dock.
The lad asked, "Do you always glow?"
"Huh?" Smith is stunned by the question, and realizes his body's pain is minor, compared to this morning. He shrugs. "No. Just when I really need to apparently."
The Smith set the gears back in line, fires up the welder the Millers' son had purchased. Prays to his gods and goddesses that his hands are steady, and his work was good. He laughed at what the Maestros would think of the 6 months he spent learning to weld. He watched the arc flare, studied the weld pool, listened to the sizzling bacon sound.
The two work tirelessly, into the late dusk. The gears are reset, and test run. The main second wheel is functional. As is the smaller fine wheel.
Smith looks at the work. Pleasure fills him at a job well done. There is more to do. But the daunting task is done.
Bidding the Miller and his helper good night, he sets out for the Inn. Pain drops him in the road, like a hammer.
He takes one of Phoo Ming's packets and takes it as he was dictated. Shortly, he rises. Pain is less, not gone but tolerable.
He climbs the steps, and is greeted by the sight of a Beautiful naked faery on CG's lap.
"WELL, Good evening!"
DS
Unfortunately, an errant or perhaps malicious chunk of granite had broken the metal ring gear. Attempting to raise the beam that held the pinion yesterday was how the Smith had been injured, when the Miller's grip slipped on the pry bar.
The Smith and the lad raised the beam out of the way allowing access to the broken part. Freeing it, there next task is moving it out of the combustible environment of the mill. There is no adequate place to rig a block and tackle. So, brute force is the only solution.
Smith talks with the lad, and the task is set. The two look at each other, and at Smith's nod, they lift. Pain flares, and Smith strains, not wanting to let the lad down, have him lifting more of the load. The gear rises off of its mounts. The lad's eyes grow wide, then he frowns in concentration. Freed and now clear, the pair walk sideways carefully. Set the gear down on a low cart they have built. Both men, breathe heavily, having moved a massive weight well over 20 feet. They shove it outside, onto the stone dock.
The lad asked, "Do you always glow?"
"Huh?" Smith is stunned by the question, and realizes his body's pain is minor, compared to this morning. He shrugs. "No. Just when I really need to apparently."
The Smith set the gears back in line, fires up the welder the Millers' son had purchased. Prays to his gods and goddesses that his hands are steady, and his work was good. He laughed at what the Maestros would think of the 6 months he spent learning to weld. He watched the arc flare, studied the weld pool, listened to the sizzling bacon sound.
The two work tirelessly, into the late dusk. The gears are reset, and test run. The main second wheel is functional. As is the smaller fine wheel.
Smith looks at the work. Pleasure fills him at a job well done. There is more to do. But the daunting task is done.
Bidding the Miller and his helper good night, he sets out for the Inn. Pain drops him in the road, like a hammer.
He takes one of Phoo Ming's packets and takes it as he was dictated. Shortly, he rises. Pain is less, not gone but tolerable.
He climbs the steps, and is greeted by the sight of a Beautiful naked faery on CG's lap.
"WELL, Good evening!"
DS
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over the rim of my mug.
Oh my... um... nice tail there, Mo. 
