Chapter 84: Crafting
Before heading back to the tower, as it was planned, the group decided to rest.
At the foot of the mountain, the team set up camp in the middle of the night. Everyone went to sleep. There were two beds. A big one for September alone. And another one, a smaller one, which April and Junk shared. The two ladies were absolutely exhausted, so they fell asleep not too long after their heads hit their pillows. However, it wasn't the case for the Junk…
The young man was no longer wearing his armor.
He removed it, thinking it would be a lot more comfortable that way.
Well, he was so tired that becoming more comfortable was a must.
The quest had been pretty long and tough. That absolutely went without saying. The boy tried sleeping, but he still couldn't. He pretended to be asleep for the longest time. But when he finally heard April snoring, he opened one eye and looked around. April was definitely asleep. September appeared to be as well, even though she wasn't snoring like April was. It was time to move. Junk had plans tonight. He had something he wished to execute. When he was sure and certain that April was deep asleep, the young man crawled out of bed and left her.
In silence, he summoned his armor and put it on.
He still made quite a mess whenever he was moving. So, as he crawled out of bed, the ground was shaking quite a bit, but he still successfully managed to make it off the blanket he had been lying on in April's company for the past few minutes. He walked away. The Minotaur looked back, one more time. The two girls were still asleep and not moving, for the most part. Not too long after Junk left her, the beautiful elvish, young woman had her hand reaching for the Minotaur was no longer there. She was looking for him with her hand. She could never find it. April frowned during her sleep. Even her sleeping self couldn't understand that he was no longer there.
Junk ventured into the woods surrounding the foot of the mountain, where they had decided to set up camp and rest before continuing trekking toward the Autumn Tower. The tower was exactly where they could make a deposit in the ghoulish soul that they had recently collected and then organize for what was going to come next. When he was far enough in the woods and that he could no longer see camp, as well as the bonfire that September had made earlier for everyone, Junk knew that he was deep enough in the woods. He stopped. Looked around. He made sure he was alone and that no one followed him here. He, then, sat down on the ground. Sat on his butt and had both of his legs crossed together. He shut his eyes. Shut his senses as well. Attempting to be as silent as possible. Attempting to be at peace in the woods, as he could still hear the soothing sounds of the bonfire from camp, sizzling and burning. Somehow, these bonfire sounds helped him find his own inner peace and relax as he was deep into the woods. When Junk was finally able to close most or all of his senses, he brought both of his hands together and intertwined his fingers together. He was ready.
The next moment: Junk had been transported somewhere else. He was back in the vast pumpkin patch surrounded by the dark void with the bright stars above his head and the moon, shining, staring at me. The Minotaur was still sitting on the ground with his arms crossed, and his eyes shut as he was transported to this different plane of existence… This different realm. However, when he opened his eyes, he finally realized that he had made it. He was here. Again.
"Pepo?" he said her name, he was looking for her.
"Junk? What are you doing here?" she asked him. When the Minotaur suddenly stood up and turned around, this was when he saw her, she was busy. Hard at work. She wore a tiny and adorable and sexy, pink apron. She was cooking. She had a modest kitchen at the center of the pumpkin patch, and she was making food.
"I've come to see you," he explained to her as he walked toward her in the patch. Looking at her voluptuous shapes and the apron that was barely able to cover her big tits and her crotch at the same time. Barely able to do so. The Minotaur could almost see her areolae, poking into view on the sides of the apron. Her large butt was entirely uncovered as well. He was only waiting for her to turn around. This was the only thing Junk was hoping she was going to do.
"I gathered that much. What do you want from me this time?" she asked him, half-joking in the way she was talking to him.
"I need your help with something," he informed her.
"Okay. But I am kind of in the middle of something right now…" she mentioned to him as most of her fingers were covered with some kind of apple-based icing she was making from scratch.
"I won't be too long…" he promised to her, reassuring her.
"That's never something a woman wants to hear from a man…. Or a beast…" she sucked on her own fingers, cleaning them.
"Right… I need to make something for April. She needs a weapon. And I thought you could help me craft one for her," he said.
"You just said that it wasn't going to be too long."
"Yeah. I don't want you to do it for me or anything like that, I just want you to tell me how to craft her bow. An enchanted bow. That's all," he replied.
"Do you still remember how you repaired the cauldron?"
"Yeah… Sort of…" he didn't exactly tell her the truth.
"Sort of? Um… Okay… Anyway… Crafting a new object out of nothing or nearly nothing is pretty similar to repairing something that you already have the pieces or material for. However, in order to craft a decent bow for her, you might need to have a lot more sex than you did, well, that we did during the repairs of the cauldron. And it's going to take a bit more time as well," she explained to him.
"Should we be fucking together to craft this item?" he asked him.
"Well, unless you have any harvesting entity you can link yourself to, I believe I am your only option."
"When can we begin?" he asked her.