After months of searching, after chance encounters, invitations to join the local kingdom, and a pawful of adventures, Reed had at last found Balthazar through the help of her fast friend, Larkspur. She couldn't believe it when the two of them had returned to her. The amount of excitement she felt in that moment had made her squeal and laugh uncontrollably as she had greeted the pair. Since then, she'd been glued to Balthazar - well, as much as he would allow her to be. Now that she had found him, she didn't plan on letting him go again. The sea had tried to take him from her and she swore to Mar and Tyr that they couldn't have him - not yet.
As she spent her time with Balthazar, she helped him with his constructions and slowly shifted her activity to be more nocturnal to match his. She couldn't see like he could, but she was learning to work by candle light when she had to, like she was tonight. She knew Balthazar was up and about, working away as he usually did. She herself was sharpening her weapons, carefully trying to hone the edge into a more dangerous one as she used her telekinesis to rub the stone against her blades. She sat up as she did so, holding the hilt of her blade between her jaws and holding the tip on a carefully propped rock. Her expression was focused as she worked, panting slightly from the efforts of her magic.
It was when the only thing she heard was the scraping of her stone against her blade that she thought to pause and take a closer listen. Things were quiet. She didn't hear the sound of tools being put to use. She didn't hear the shuffling of paws and wings as they moved about. She wondered where Balthazar had gone off to and after sheathing her cutlass and dagger, went to go find out.
She stepped through the forest as the moon glowed above. It didn't take her long once she stepped away from camp to hear the shifting and groaning of wood. Was he out practicing his combat skills on the beach, using the trees as punching bags? Why didn't he invite her along? That sounds like way more fun than sharpening blades for the umpteenth time. Reed stepped through the trees to see Balthazar attempting to drag the logs behind him along. Oh. Not what she thought was happening. "Hey Balthy, whatchya doin' out here?" Her nub wagged as she saw him, and she greeted him with a smile. "Want some help?"
Dexterity to see if Reed is successful in sharpening her blades
Success: They are very sharp! Good job Reed!
Failure: Rock slipped and she knicked herself. Silly Reed!