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Evan's Workshop
Loud sounds of metal beating metal resonated throughout the Evan's workshop, the place where the kingdom's best weapons are forged. Lines of sweat ran down Reece's face and neck, as she furiously hammered a small piece of metal. The day had just started and Reece didn't waste anytime in getting into work. She has been working harder more than ever since the day she turned nineteen. Earlier, using her powers of Magnokinesis, Reece's work had been a whole lot easier. She should have known better to depend on her powers, especially since she would never join the Royal Guard, not after what Michael did. Her family needed her.

Huffing, Reece took a step back, holding her hammer in one hand and removing her safety glasses with the other, to inspect her handiwork. She grinned when she noticed the outline of the dagger coming into the shape she wanted. The past few weeks have been a battle with herself, to know her skills were own talent, not her powers. So far, she has gotten the results she wanted, but there were times when that sense of security seemed false and brought her back to the workshop, more determined than ever. Times like now.

I don't need to be a Royal Guard to use my powers, Michael. I'm enough on my own. She thought, satisfied with herself. For now. She knew she was too weak to believe that for long. She would need proof and she would be back. Frowning, Reece put her safety glasses back on her eyes and went back to work, beating the metal with a renewed vigor.

On hearing Asa's voice, Reece tried to control her grin. So the jerk is back to gloat. If the doubts in her head had voices, one of them would definitely be Asa. Not that she'd ever say that to him because she wouldn't dare to know his reaction on that. Even after all these years, she has no idea whether his pride would overpower his offence on this particular subject, or the other way round.

Reece took off her glasses and placed her hammer next to the anvil. "Something exactly an amateur smith would say. Real blacksmith's don't break anything unless they want to." Reece smirked as she wiped the sweat on her forehead with one end of her black apron.

"Oh, shut up." Reece grinned as she nudged him back. Taking her apron off, she turned to look at him. Though, by now, she had gotten used to Asa's rainbow eyes, she was always curious to see which color shined brighter than the others whenever they met. Today, it was a soft shade of orange that caught her eye.

"You know, I am making this for you." She teased him. Her gray and black eyes twinkled with mischief as she adjusted the sleeves of the pale green shirt she wore. "A sturdy little dagger to stab you with." She laughed lightly as she made an action of stabbing him in the heart.

"You're an idiot," Reece chuckled as she slid down beside Asa. "And do you think you had to ask me for lunch? Just gimme the damn food." Food has been Reece's first love before she discovered blacksmithing. She enjoyed sharing food with Asa, who made lunch livelier and funnier than normal. She would have loved Asa to meet her little sister, Evanna, but she was pretty sure her father would bring Hell to their house if he learns she even thought of such thing.

"Oh, that's really for you," Reece said as she took a bite from her half of the bread. "Wanted you have at least one good piece of metal that you did not ruin." She teased him, as she took the bottle of milk from him and took a swig. Letting out a contented sigh, she looked at Asa with all sincerity. "Did you by any chance go to the Inner Village?" She asked, her tone serious. She knew the chances of Asa in Inner Village weren't that great, but Reece never stopped hoping. Somewhere, very deep, she was still thinking of Michael's health. She secretly wished that he would one day come back and tell her how much the Royal Guards suck and how much he couldn't wait to get back to the workshop with her.

"Nah, it's fine. It's better like this, now that I think of it." Reece said. Knowing that her brother might actually like being a Royal Guard, Reece couldn't handle that. "At least there's still you." She sighed before taking another bite off her bread. Lately, she didn't feel like herself anymore.

"Asa, answer me this," Reece suddenly spoke up without thinking. "If somehow, something happens and I die, and there's a chance for you to save me, would you bring me back? Even after what it might cost you?" It was not a good question to ask. Very unfair, too. Asa's powers seemed - to her - a curse more than a gift. To have that choice with you, to save someone knowing you might harm someone equally in return? That is a guilt trip right to the stars and beyond. Any other day, Reece would have felt ashamed to even think of asking such a question. But right now, she just wanted to know.

At Asa's answer, Reece let out deep breath she didn't knew she had been holding. The moment she, Asa and Michael turned nineteen, everything changed. Suddenly, she is unsure of things, of people she knows. She has been walking this fine line for a while now. Last week, she had asked Evanna if she could stitch skin together as expertly as she could sew a cloth together. Something was definitely wrong with Reece. Especially since she read Michael's letter with a little warning to watch out for danger and be prepared for the worst. If only running away was easy...

"I'm sorry, for asking you about, you know, that." Reece finally apologized him, even though she felt somehow safer knowing his answer. Asa wouldn't let anything happen to her. She rested her head on his shoulder as she finished off her bread.

Reece smiled at his words. "Thanks, Asa." She said, then remembering his earlier question, continued, "Anything about Michael worries me. I just loathe the moment I decided to pop out of the womb before him. This, being the elder sister thing sucks since it really gets to me." Reece didn't want to worry Asa with Michael's insane habits. Though Michael had been as good a friend to Asa as Reece was when they were kids, but Michael drifted apart as they grew up. Most of the days, she feels like she knows Asa better than she does Michael. And to think of it, Asa would have been the better twin too, considering how alike they were.

Shaking her head at those thoughts, and disturbing Asa in the process, she stood up at last and stretched, feeling good because of her satisfied stomach. Giving him a smile wider than before, Reece extended a hand towards Asa, "Come on, lazy cow, time to work."

"Please, dear, don't flatter yourself." Reece replied, her spirits already lifting. Asa had that effect on her, always making her happy. Reece raised her own shirt a little to show him her slim waist. Running own hand on the surface before letting the shirt fall back in it's place, she teased, "Now that's what a human abdomen should look like, smooth and soft. Yours all bumpy, Asa." She grinned, trying to gouge his reaction for that.

"Ha, keep dreaming, Asa," Reece chuckled. "I'd rather beat them into shape with my hammer." She teasingly patted his stomach. Yeah, Asa was ripped but she wouldn't ever tell him that, it would only add to his ego "You know, if Father comes in right now, he would flip the whole workshop, with you underneath it." Reece gave a glance to the entrance of the smithy. Her father usually came in late, always going to Inner Village to get an occasional glimpse of Michael. He maybe hurt but he was still so proud of his young son. Reece didn't mind that, she tried her best not to, since it gave her precious morning time with Asa.

"As if, Asa! I'm pretty sure you'll love it so much that you'll cuddle the dagger even in your sleep." Reece smirked. It was time for Asa to leave but she didn't want him to. But never trust her father with timing, he could return anytime. "Ah, time to break metal and blow up your shop, huh?" Reece teasingly nudged his arm. Bantering back and forth with Asa is easily one of Reece's favorite past times. "Anyway, if it works out well in the shop today, I'll leave early. Meet me later at the Wishing Well?" Wishing Well was kind of their secret place to meet since the place was too cheesy for their fathers to even considering looking in it's direction.

As Asa left, Reece wanted to call him out on his 'second best' joke, but he had left already. Idiot. She shook her head as she smiled. Asa can be a real idiot, a charming idiot but still an idiot. Suddenly realizing it has been long since she stopped working, Reece quickly donned back her apron, wore her safety glasses and got back to work.

As she worked, her mind remained occupied. She couldn't help but feel that something was coming, something bad. Her instincts were as good as Michael, but while she ignored them, Michael chose to trust them. She groaned when she realized she was back to being worried and overthinking stuff. Reece should have known that even Asa could not keep her mind off this for long. She was hopeless.

((Wanna have Reece and Asa go up to the forgery and irritate the forgers?))

((Oh, ok :D))