Years ago... A young woman in simple clothes sat upon a weary pony as it trod down a worn dirt rode. In its packs, it carried tools, spare parts, and hearty, home-cooked food. She isn't far from home, and she'll likely return before sunset. If not - hospitality usually offered her a bed

Ah! Thank you, I'm almost out. Must remember to go to the market...

Observed washbasin faucet running without obvious input. Suspect valve may be loose, given intermittent nature, but running tests for possible entities interacting with the mechanisms.

"W-wow. Oh! I mean hello!"

Hi. Hi? Hi!

Don't you need something that doesn't rely on magic?

Sure wouldn't! Not where I can see what you're doing, especially.

The world is not made for a range of four-to-five feet.

A mechanical prodigy made her name with countless repairs and remarkable innovations to her farming town's equipment. She seeks knowledge to cure her father - and herself. — » Fantasy RP, D&DRP, MVRP » Story & Banter, Happy to plot. » Primary setting: Faerûn » Mun is 30+

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩.