Chickens and Swords

[alittlehinky]

Ain't gonna let this lick me. Cricket came to this conclusion weeks ago, but he has to repeat it to himself at least a few times a day. Silently. He's honestly still adapting, and it's frustrating, but the longer it goes on, the better he gets. He always had pretty good upper-body strength, but it's increased even more after practice wheeling himself in a chair, or holding onto Willie's saddle. He's had to hire help making deliveries, but after a period of struggle and relearning, he's back to doing his own manufacturing. Even some canning, now, in preparation for fall and winter on the horizon.

There are ten cases of apple cider in the shed, ready to be shipped out in the morning.

Right now, he's on a layer of blankets on the porch, surrounded by half a dozen pumpkins. He started to carve the biggest and orange-est, but after the seeds had been removed and set in the kitchen to dry, another idea took hold of him, and now he's carefully twisting and weaving a grapevine wreath in the shape of a familiar two-horned circlet. He can probably find some gold spray paint for it in the Plaza. Loki can decide whether a spooky face is needed, from there...

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[magpiemythos]

Life went on, and Cricket adapted. Loki helped as he was able, definitely pleased to see him doing better after the initial scare of the situation. He knew it was still frustrating, so the trickster tried to be as helpful as he could, lending more of a hand as Cricket got busier, especially while he was still workshopping how to do things while his legs were still out of commission.

He'd honestly forgotten about his commission in the whole situation, until he got the message that it was finished. It sat tucked safely away in one of his little pocket dimensions for another week while he fretted over the perfect opportunity before he finally gave that idea up as nonsense. And another week while he gathered his nerve.

He'd spent the morning at the bar, making sure that everything would be running smoothly before taking off for a bit, intending to come spend some time with Cricket, whether he was busy with something or just wanted to hang out. And spotting him on the porch, Loki couldn't help but smile as he ambled up, hands in his pockets. "Hey there, Pretty Cricket."

Now. He should do it now, clearly!