DRAG ME INTO PLACE ! || Working, Open

[Simon F.M.]

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ENGAGED
POLAR BEAR
OFFICER
TYPHOON
BIOGRAPHY

Diya had been around, had been doing her job in between worrying over her children and managing her own interest. Nothing exciting had been happing to the polar bear, until now. She was hard at work, a building slowly forming. Well, the building had already been there, abandoned on the beach some distance away from the other buildings. A decently sized stone building, she had entered to find shambles of a forge. As if on instinct, the polar bear carefully began to move about, straightening tools and taking careful inventory over what had been missed. Repairs would need to be made, of course, but she could work with this.

That was a few weeks ago, though, and she had managed to clean it up nicely. Now, the furnace was roaring within as the polar bear stepped out, paws stained a deep grey from soot. Between her paws, she held a helmet. It was freshly forged and cooled, rough and a touch lopsided. Despite been rough around the edges, she held it with a great amount of joy. It was distinctly feline-sized, though it hadn't been made for anyone in specific. More of a test run, see if she still had her skills. Where had she gained the skill, though? Perhaps it was another bout of skill gained within the two-year gap within her memory. Either way, she was still rusty but the skill seemed to slowly be making itself apparent. Things she shouldn't know how to do came to her with ease, such as creating the helmet that she currently held under the sunlight.