Following a post-apocalyptic world of blacksmiths: They believe all survivors of a seemingly worldwide war have started anew, using resources they're left with to evolve & create an advanced world all over again. But after Clyde, Carolina, Abner, Aa...
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WITH THE MORNING came busied rushing back and forth from the workshop and alert chattering. Everyone was gearing up and preparing for the journey to the castle, where they'd be showcasing their new, repurposed armor, weapons and other items. It was already a busy morning, but everyone was helping, and they'd all shown up on time — including Clyde.
With bags all packed, valuables put in a safe place and the wagon secured and full of Clyde's inventions to be sold, it would be merely moments until they were on the road.
Victoria was combing her fingers through the large Clydesdale horse's mane. The horse was getting later in his years, but he could still pull a wagon, and he was a beloved part of Clyde's family. Major was his name, and although he was a rather burly animal, he was very gentle. Abner liked to call him the gentle giant, though he wasn't necessarily as large in height as he was in width and muscle.
Emery grunted as he lifted the last box of what Victoria assumed to be the arrows and quivers. And judging by the looks of how many were placed into the box, it must've been heavy. But Emery successfully put it in the wagon and dusted his hands off, glancing over at Victoria.
"That must've been a tough job, for someone so tiny." She commented with an impish grin.
Emery playfully frowned. "I'm not tiny."
"Sure you're not, sunshine."
Clyde sniggered as he overheard the conversation, handing Emery an apple once he was standing before the two. "The honor's all yours."
Emery's face lit up like a child seeing snow ( which, ironically, he'd never seen ). "Really?! Thank you!" With the apple in hand, he walked over to Major and offered out the deep red fruit.
Major greedily began chewing on the apple with a loud, satisfying crunch. Emery only cooed and chided to the senior gelding.
Victoria shook her head at the younger boy until she caught Clyde's eyes on her, arms folding over her chest. "What?"
"No tea?" He mumbled in a cheeky manner.
Victoria always had tea made in the mornings; not only for herself, but for the others, too — especially when they'd be traveling somewhere. It was a routine for her, but it was a treat for them.
