KINK! KINK! KINK!
Athalia continued hitting the hot red iron rod into a flat surface area. Sweat slowly dripped down her face under her weathering mask, breathing loudly from both her efforts and the heat in her underground workshop.
The heavy wooden door behind slowly pushed open, followed by sounds of small footsteps. She finally stopped hitting, dropping her hammer and pulling off her metal mask.
She turned to the person standing behind her.
"Hey, Alia!" Owen smiled widely, holding a bowl of passion fruits.
She smiled widely, "You just read my mind!"
She stretched her hand forward, picking up a fruit. She broke it open, bringing her favourite delicacy to her lips. Owen giggled, "Guess who brought them?"
Athalia's brows furrowed, "You did not pick them?"
Owen shook his head. "No.
