Event: August 1312

[northcliffpass]

WHO: Everyone
WHAT: further inconvenience
WHEN: mid-August
WHERE: townwide
NOTES: get your wellies on

It's not that there was a rainstorm. There was, but they happen every so often without any real incident: this one is just happening A Lot, and for a very long time.
It started on Saturday and has not let up since then, with rainfall varying from a smattering to torrential but never abating entirely. The roads are muck, travel and market hours are miserable, and any who have to spend any considerable time out in it (the local Watch, for instance) have the look of drowned rats even with the aid of oilskin cloaks and the occasional break under an awning.

Sands Creek has swelled considerably even in the span of a day or so, and as many of the local old-timers might have predicted, the mudslide follows. Because more mud is exactly what everyone needed.
No one is injured outright, but several of the buildings near the mountain-facing edge of town experience cave-ins: namely, the stable and a few of the houses on Hill Street.

Dealing with it will not be pretty, especially with it being so impossible to stay dry. But it's happened before, and almost certainly will again, some other year from now.

Comments

[engravitas]

It's not that strange that she'd draw that conclusion, even without the telltale name-- his and Kit's business is hardly a secret, and Kit is hardly an introvert.
So Ben nods, with a little grunt in the affirmative.

[ferruginous]

Well, she's wrung that information out of him, but this interrogation is far from over. She's even stopped her hammering, straightening up and crossing her arms while giving Ben her full attention.

"... Could you make a grindstone cradle?"

[engravitas]

He has to think about it. Ben has been woodworking for a while, but still doesn't have all the expertise he could.
"...maybe," he murmurs, glancing back at her, "...but Kit would make a better one."

[ferruginous]

She doesn't know any Kit, but Fíadh's reluctant to bring someone else into this. Mostly because that involves, you know, someone else.

"It doesn't have to be perfect. Just better than ... that."

She points across the shop to a darkened corner where a mess of metal and wood has been haphazardly shoved aside. If one squints, it looks like it once could have been a functioning grindstone.

"And I need it soon so I can get back to work."

[engravitas]

Following her gesture with his gaze, Ben eventually goes to kneel and inspect the pile. He picks up one chunk and another, tries to see how they would fit together; he's never made one of these before, but it doesn't seem that difficult.

Setting the pieces back down, he nods and gets up again, making his way toward the road this time. "Give us a couple days," he mutters, beginning to take his leave.

[ferruginous]

"All right."

She thinks briefly to ask about payment, but if he's leaving already then they'll figure it out at a later point. Instead she looks back to her work at the anvil and picks it up to move to the forge.

As great as this conversation has been, it's time to get back to work and Fíadh isn't one for goodbyes.