River gave pause for only a moment just outside of the inn door. The village looked almost brand new! How had Bria- he spotted the girl, wondering the village, a gaggle of children hopping behind her on the cobblestoned path she was creating. It was...cute. GAH! The overwhelming urge to just pick Bria up and squeeze her tested his control. Thankfully, Bria was far enough away, River couldn't act upon his urges.<br/><br/>The sound of spluttering to his left caught River's attention. "What? How?" Parsifal, the Smith, stumbled over his words.<br/><br/>"She's a wizard. There's nothing else to say." River shrugged his broad shoulders before clapping the Smith on his massive ones. "Let's go check out your smithy. I'm sure she's fixed it by now. Bria seems pretty efficient." The pair sauntered to the smithy, but Parsifal stopped short. There were tears in his eyes. He was certain he was done for, or at least out of work while he tried to rebuild, but this young woman repaired it, and more, in a mere few hours.<br/><br/>"She's an angel." Parsifal brought River in for a hug and sobbed into the man's shoulder. "Just a cute, short haired little wizard angel!" River patted Parsifal's back awkwardly.<br/><br/>"I know, I know." Parsifal removed himself from River's shoulder before going to his smithy and taking a look around. Everything look the same, except it was all better! Really, Parsifal looked like a little kid. River smiled. It was good to see someone else happy. In fact... Riverooked about him. There were smiles everywhere. Granted, the smiles never reached their eyes, but smiled all the same.<br/><br/>River found Bria and approached her, a plastic flamingo in hand. "What is this... Hollow bird?" He was rapping it with a knuckle. "What color is it?" River had never seem a neon color before. "Pink? Red? Orange?" He spotted a gnome. "Why are there statues of little men in pointed hats?"