Lavenza flung both arms wide in a deliberate, sweeping circle. She twists and arches her spine before falling into a practiced roll until something within her back gives way with an audible crack.
"—Ah, there it goes. "
"Mm, I am uncertain whether Master would permit it, but—" She paused, rolling the idea over. "To allow my smithing skills, equipment, and enthusiasm to idle would be a travesty."
A faint, almost conspiratorial curl touches Lavenza's expression. “Provided I am given the +