Weaponsmith - Chapter 12 (Patreon)

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It turns out that, in the spirit of offering a productive hand, Obscura had tried to cook ‘human’ food by following a recipe she had read about in one of the many cookbooks in the library. Apparently, in all of her wisdom, she had chosen a cookbook for beginners that had suggested simple pancakes as a starter recipe.

Mixing the batter went well enough, as evidenced by the cracked eggs and the overturned bowl of some washed out, goopy mixture. However, the problem arose during a misunderstanding of the next line in the book.

‘Step six: Oil your pan,” reads Hineni, looking at the soggy book that Obscura had apologetically given to him, after fetching it down from the rafters that the wave had thrown it up over. He blinks, turning his head around back towards her. “You aren’t supposed to oil the entire pan,” he says, realizing. She must have dunked the pans, handle and all into a vat of oil. “Just the inside,” he says, picking up a pan and pointing at the flat surface in the middle of it.

The room is as returned to its original state as is possible, considering the circumstances. There is a mountain of soggy towels in the large, industrial basins and there is for sure water that needs to be cleaned out from behind the cabinets, but all in all, the damage is as mitigated as can be.

Hineni looks down at the floorboards, pressing his foot against them. It looks like Obscura’s magic did a number on getting rid of most of the dampness. The house might not be ruined after all.

He sighs, rubbing his forehead. Life with other people is really a stressful thing, in comparison with just being on his own all the time. Aren’t gods supposed to be wise? Especially an owl god?

After the mess is cleaned up, the kitchen is still in an unusable state as it just needs time to air out properly now. So that the waterlogged burning wood can properly dry out again and so that the residual dew can wick away.

“Sorry. We’ll have to find something else for dinner,” says Hineni, looking at the pans. “Thanks for trying,” he adds on, realizing that he should say something nice.

“Frogs?” asks Obscura, sitting on the back door to the kitchen in the form of the small owl they had met as. “Hineni wants frogs?” she asks again, tilting her head sideways at an odd, nigh-unnatural angle.

“I do not not want a frog.”

“FROGS!” protests Obscura, flapping her wings indignantly.

Hineni sighs. “You know, for a god, you aren’t very…” He considers what word he’s looking for. Wise? Diligent? Responsible? No… godlike? Sort of. “Goddy,” he finishes, saying a fake word that he didn’t mean to say.

“WHO~!” protests Obscura. “Bully Hineni! Mean Hineni! Bad! Bad!”

He frowns, realizing he made the situation worse. “Do you want frogs?” he asks, looking around. He doesn’t exactly have any frogs on the shelf. “You want to go to the forest and find some?” he asks, shrugging. “I don’t want any. But we can find a few.”

Obscura observes him for a while but then nods and he nods back. That’s about the sum of their interaction. Hineni stands there, staring at the owl, not sure what to do now and the owl stares at him.

It’s a little awkward, really.

“Uh, okay,” says Hineni, not knowing what else to do to keep the ball of social interaction rolling fluidly. “Let’s go then,” he says, heading back out and looking at the broken window that that wizard kid had shattered. He can’t just leave it like this.

Looking around, Hineni finds no better solution than to hoist the table beneath the window onto its side, so that it at least blocks the shattered window in part.

He nods, satisfied. “That’ll do.”

After that, he gets dressed again to go outside and the two of them make their way through the city. Hineni takes his axe. He could use some new wood now that all of his cooking fuel had been soaked through.

The man walks along the darkened street, watching the owl soar far over his head, rising up high into the night-sky as he makes his way to the forest. He supposes that she plans to meet him there.

As he arrives into the clearing, he stares up at the tree and sees Obscura sitting there in the form of a small owl.

“Hope you didn’t have to wait long,” he jokes, having secretly hoped that they could walk together. Is that odd? He isn’t sure.

Obscura shakes her head. “Obscura is patient,” explains the owl.

“Ah, is that so?” he asks.

“It is,” replies the owl, not catching his sarcasm.

Hineni smiles beneath his yellow scarf. “Come on, there’s a pond this way.”

The small owl flies down from the branch, landing on the startled man’s shoulder, squishing itself down beneath the brim of his wizard’s hat.

“Uh…”

“Hineni is shy!” hoots Obscura. “Many eyes, shy Hineni!” says the owl, leaning forward. “Here they can walk together. The forest is dark. Dark!”

Hineni blinks, looking at the owl on his shoulder with his head pulled back. Even if he knows that Obscura isn’t just some random animal, it’s still very intimidating to have talons like that right next to your face.

She wedges herself up, pressing herself a little more space by lifting his hat up higher on one side.

“This isn’t exactly walking together,” he explains, still happy about it though.

“Hineni walks, mighty Obscura is here. They are together,” explains Obscura. “Lazy Hineni!”

He turns his eyes, to look at her, not sure if he can turn his head now or not because of his hat. He doesn’t want to throw her off. “How am I the lazy one here?!”

The owl ruffles its feathers, looking away indignantly. “Hineni must catch many frogs. MANY! To make amends to Obscura.”

“Huh?!”

Honestly, he has never tried to catch a frog before so in all honesty, he isn’t sure how hard it’s going to be. This is of course, the problem, as the closer they get to the pond, the faster he feels his heart race, the more sweat he feels pearl on his skin. What if he looks stupid? What if he does something embarrassing? What if he can’t catch any frogs? Is Obscura not going to like him? And why does he even care about that?

This is all, of course, very confusing.

The two of them breach the edge of the clearing, looking out over the very large pond. It’s nested here, hidden away by the forest. Hineni doesn’t even need his lantern to illuminate it right now, because the vivid starlight of the hauntingly bright night reflects down off of the calm surface of the body of water and fills the entire, secluded area with a night-tide glow.

*Ribbit*

“FROGS!” yells Obscura, shooting off of his shoulder in a second, causing him to jump back in surprise as he watches the creature swoop down over one very unfortunate frog.

Hineni laughs, though he isn’t sure why. Maybe just out of morbid humor as he watches the frog croak one last time as it vanishes into the night, carried away by a set of razor sharp talons. Setting the lantern down, he lets out a deep breath, one he feels that he has been holding in for far too long and rolls up his sleeves.

It’s time to catch some frogs.

Honestly, all things considered, he does pretty well, as far as he feels at least. At first, he has a very hard and frustrating time trying to get any of the slippery little things. But he realizes, after watching Obscura swoop down at them with lightning speed, that he needs a different tactic, since he can’t move that fast.

The first few, he catches by moving absurdly slow. Literally leaning in towards a single frog over the course of a few minutes. They don’t seem to react for whatever reason when he does that and by the time they do, he is already close enough to snatch them.

Hineni holds up his first frog with pride up into the air.

It looks down at him from his hands.

*Ribbit* says the frog.

“WHO!” Obscura swoops in, tearing its head off. Hineni yells, jumping back in shock and dropping it. “Frog lies! Lies! Bad frog!” says Obscura, dancing around the dead frog with open wings. “Don’t listen to frog lies, Hineni!”

“Uh… okay?” says the man, looking at the frog blood on his hands.

The rest of the frogs after that he catches using a much more simple method, one that he hadn’t expected himself to be using. But somehow, being out here away from everyone, being near water, being near someone he can talk to, makes him consider the possibility and then try it out.

He points his finger at a frog that stares back at him from the distance with wide, yellow eyes.

“Nothing personal.”

(Hineni) uses [Ash{Smolder}]

The frog stands there, its neck extending outward as it breathes, its eyes blinking as it watches him curiously as nothing has happened.

However, as it watches him, it doesn’t see the lily-pad that it sits on, near the edge of the water, become blackened and ashy and a second later, the glow reaches the surprised frog. Frightened, it hops up straight into the air and Obscura swoops in, catching it and then dropping the dead creature at his feet.

Teamwork.

Sure, she could have caught the frog without him. But still, it’s nice to be a part of something.

The two of them spend about an hour hunting frogs together and honestly, it’s the most fun that he’s had in a very long time. He can’t say as much for the frogs, but they don’t go to waste as Obscura manages to eat every single one that they catch. He himself forgoes any such thing, saying that he’ll just buy breakfast tomorrow. It’s fine to go a day or two without eating, they say it’s even healthy sometimes.

Obscura doesn’t like this however and makes a fuss about him not eating the frog she brought him. He explains that it’s dangerous for humans to eat raw meat too often, especially from a place like this. She narrows her eyes, begrudgingly accepting the explanation. Apparently, she hasn’t had much interaction with humans.

But the truth is that he just doesn’t want to eat another wet, uncooked frog.

Soon, the two of them make their way back before the city can awaken and before the streets can refill with people, with Obscura staying nested under his hat this time all the way through the dark streets until the get home.

Hineni jiggles the door, making sure it’s locked before rubbing his tired face, getting undressed and shooing Obscura away while he gets ready to go to bed for the night. It’s probably about time that he starts brushing his teeth regularly, honestly. It’s only good manners.

The man lifts his arm, smelling beneath it and recoiling. He isn’t sure if his mind isn’t just playing tricks on him, but he has the feeling that he smells like frog.

Okay, so, he has to brush his teeth and take a bath regularly. Noted.

Doing both of those things, he then drags his way upstairs, calling a ‘good night’ down the hallway as he has no idea where the creature is, before shuffling into his room.

His foot kicks something. A bundle of sheets and blankets. Looking down, he sees that these are all of his old sheets and that his bed had been freshly remade. Perhaps for the first time in literally years.

He sighs, his shoulders drooping as they release a tension that he didn’t even know they had in them. In a weird way, looking at the sight, he finds that he’s looking forward to sleeping in a clean bed far more than he had expected. He’s almost excited about it.

Turning off the light, he crawls under the blanket and lets out a loud, satisfied yawn. It was a very good day today. He doesn’t want to say it, because it might jinx it all, honestly. But he hopes that, if he’s allowed to hope for something like this, that tomorrow will be another day like today; a little troublesome, but honestly rewarding and fun in the end.

His head rests on the pillow for a minute, before he opens his eyes again, staring at the two, large, yellow eyes that shine at him from across the room. There, the shadow of a giant owl sits, watching him as he sleeps.

“This is going to be a problem,” he says, sitting upright.

“I agree,” replies Obscura. “Obscura has read many human books! Many!” says the owl.

Hineni stares at the shadow for a moment. “Uh, books on humans, or books written by humans?” he asks.

“Yes,” says Obscura, closing her eyes. As the yellow shine of her pupils vanishes, so does her blackened silhouette, leaving only the vague darkness of his room all around him.

“Uh… okay, well,” Hineni looks around the room, not seeing her anymore. He has no idea what that conversation now was just about. “Good night.”

“Good night,” hoots Obscura next to him. Hineni turns, looking at the creature that has laid itself down next to him.

He blinks, staring, not sure what to do.

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