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Summary: Winry gets a project that makes her reflect upon her life, in many different aspects. Ed/Winry implied. The Author's note inside shall explain more.
Author's note: I came up for the idea from a book I have. It's a bunch of quotations in a whole bunch of categories. I'm going to try to pick one quote on each subject, and write a small chappie about it. Wish me luck with your reviews!
Category: Ability
Quote: Skill to do comes of doing.
Person who said it: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Yes, tonight Winry started her newly assigned project for school. Using a huge book full of the "wise" words of dead people, she had to explain what some of them meant to her. As she arrived home, she settled herself at the table and began to work on her assignment, anxious to finish.
She opened to the front of the book and began at the first heading, which said "ability". Yeah, she had ability. Therefore, after looking through a couple of pages, the blonde mechanic found one.
As she thought about it, she felt something soft rubbing against her bare leg. (She's wearing shorts and a tube top.) Looking down, she saw loyal Den sitting beside her, nuzzling her leg for attention. Edward and Alphonse had left only a week ago after reducing their home into a pile of burnt rubble to join the military, and Pinako had said she needed some time away. Winry Rockbell would have the run of the house for a month. What could be better?
As she patted Den's silky black head, she clicked her pen continuously. She picked out one that read: "Skill to do comes of doing." What did that mean? Then Winry remembered the dya she first tried to make auto-mail.
(Flashback. Winry is seven.)
"That's sad Winry." Pinako's criticism his Winry like a whip that almost sent her sprawling. Tears formed in her blue eyes, ready to flood the house it seemed.
"Don't take it like that now. You've never even tried before. If you stick with it, you'll get better," the slight reassurance made the parentless girl smile. Her mom and dad always helped people, so she wanted to be like them and Granny. Maybe, if she were good enough, she would be able to do it for work, as her guardian did.
Moreover, as the young Rockbell had worked with all the tools and material, she had realized that she liked how they felt, how she could handle them. She wanted to keep doing it. Making auto-mail to help people, yet being able to play with her tools was the best thing ever! She'd never guessed that one day; she'd be making these limbs for her best friend.
(Present)
Looking back on it, Winry Rockbell could see how each time she made something, each tip the old woman had given her, helped her improve. Now, she was one of the best. Still, the work did have its down points. She also remembered the night Edward was brought in, covered in blood and paler than snow. In addition, the strong, intimidating suit of armor carrying him was none other than gentle, loving Alphonse.
Still as she wrote her thoughts in her notebook and stroked Den softly, she remembered the good times too. Those times, she told herself, are the ones I'll love and cherish, always.