Mythran's Master Of All

Ren watched the kids taking turns riding the 'unicorn', and the rest of the afternoon passed by quickly. The unicorn changed back at the two hour mark, but since it still had the big gold horn, the kids still treated it like it was still a real unicorn, even though it was now brown and had lost it's extra hair. By the time the horse was too exausted to move more than a few feet at a time, Aimus called a stop to the festivities and Ana got off the horse. The families thanked Aimus for a great party and gathered up their kids so they could head to their respective homes. Ana waved as each one left and then hugged her dad.

“Thanks so much, dad! This was the best birthday ever!” Ana gushed.

“You're quite welcome, you little devil.”

“Dad!” Ana let the hug go and punched Aimus in the gut.

Aimus exaggerated the 'oof' and grabbed his stomach. “Angel! You little angel!” Aimus chuckled.

Ana huffed and walked to the tent. Ana came out a moment later with an armful of presents and went to the house. Aimus took the fake horn off the horse and led it to the barn. Ren got the feed bag, poured a minor healing potion in it, and hooked it over the horse's head while Aimus secured the pen and took off the saddle.

“Thanks again for everything today, Ren.” Aimus said.

Ren shrugged. “It's not like I'd just stand around and not help. That wouldn't be right.”

Aimus smiled. Most adventurers actually would just stand around and do nothing when given the choice, unlike you, Ren.

“On that note, let's get this place cleaned up!” Aimus said and slapped Ren on the back.

Ren chuckled. “I stepped right into that, didn't I?”

Aimus grinned and they went to the tent to gather up everything. It took about an hour to clean it all and Ren put the decorations back into the boxes they came from. Aimus had to get the ladder again to unhook all the firework decorations he'd hung up the night before. They were one use items so they would have to be thrown out. Ren wasn't sure where to put them, but Aimus said to just collect them for now and he'd toss them in an old fire pit they sometimes used for campfires.

“What about the tent?” Ren asked when they were done.

“I think I'm going to leave it up for a while.” Aimus said. “It really is a nice big tent.”

Ren nodded and followed Aimus as he carried the ladder out to the barn. Aimus put the ladder inside and walked around the back of the house. Ren followed and Aimus led him about halfway to the treeline to a brick and mortar pit about a foot high and 3 feet wide.

“Toss the used fireworks in here.” Aimus said and pointed.

Ren put them in the fire pit and Aimus went up to the house. Ren followed him into the kitchen.

“Honey, we've got all the trays of food. Where do you want them?” Aimus asked his wife.

“Spread them out across the table and the counter. I'll salvage what I can from them and wash the platters.” Abigail said from the sink.

Ren spead out the almost empty platters and the half filled punch bowl. Ren took out the stack of dirty plates and went to the sink. “Do you need any help?”

Abigail turned, looked at Ren, and decided he was sincere in his offer. “No, that's okay. I can handle a few dishes.”

Ren put the dishes down and took out all the glasses as well. “Are you sure? An extra pair of hands could be handy.” Ren said and smiled.

Abigail smiled. “I'll wash, you dry. The plates go here.” Abigail pointed to a cupboard next to the table. “The glasses go here.” Abigail pointed to the cupboard above the sink.

“I don't think I can reach that.” Ren said a bit dejected.

“That's what the stool is for.” Abigail said and kicked a small stool out from under the sink. “Ana helps me sometimes and she can't reach it, either.”

Ren nodded and put the stool close enough that he could reach the cupboard but not interfere with Abigail's movements, and they got to work. With Abigail washing and Ren drying, it didn't take long to get everything done.

“Thank you for your help, Ren.” Abigail said. “Now get out of here while I sort out the leftovers.” Abigail ruffled Ren's hair.

Ren left the kitchen but didn't see Aimus anywhere. Teepo? Do you know where Aimus went?

“He's in the new shed.” Teepo said. “I followed him in here to see what he was doing.”

Thanks, Teepo. I'll be right there. Ren thought and then went to the new shed.

Aimus was gathering up a few of the pelts that still had fur on them.

“Let me help with that.” Ren said and stored the pelts.

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“I figured I'd make a few pairs of boots while I waited for you.” Aimus said. “Apparently, I wasn't quick enough to do more than a single pair.” Aimus chuckled.

Ren followed Aimus out of the new shed and over to the old one. Aimus sat down at the workbench. Ren handed over a pelt and watched Aimus flipped the pelt to the flat side and use several wooden cutouts. As soon as Aimus had covered as much of the space as the wooden cut outs allowed, he took a big pair of shears and cut them all out, laying each similar piece together. Once that was done, he took a tool with a rotating wheel on the end and ran it along the pieces, an inch from the edge. It made evenly spaced holes that Aimus said was for sewing the leather together. Aimus took another tool, a skiving blade, to trim the edge of certain parts. Ainus said it was for folding pieces together. Ren noted which pieces were done and what side to trim. Aimus used a beveler on the other sides of the pieces. It was a wedge shaped tool that removed the squared edges if there was any.

Aimus took a sewing needle that had a larger than normal hole, and threaded through a leather like thread. Aimus sewed together 2 similar pieces, hiding the stitching between folded ends, then sewed those pieces onto 2 long ones. When he was done, there were 2 pairs of boots without soles. Aimus grabbed a thick hide from the rack and cut out 4 boot soles. Aimus stitched them to the bottom of his boots, and they were done.