Loved this oneshot, and I’m pleased as punch to have played a part in its existence. Wow, I never would have thought that that comment would spark an extra gift-fic! That’s just incredible. The intro of the chronomaker and his situation is really cute, and I like how this has that old-fashioned storytelling tone right from the start. Definitely fits with the tale that you linked as an inspiration for this. (I’d never read The Tailor of Gloucester before as far as I remember, but it’s a quick read and so cute -- glad you linked it! ) One of my favorite descriptive bits; this is just so fairytale-like and Gand at the same time. And those two ideas go together like peanut butter and chocolate, as we see here. Also liked the little Book of Gand reference to Semfod Sylonn, whose unfortunate offspring we know all too well. It kind of emphasizes the small world effect of living in this far-flung community. Aww, I really liked this too. There is a really nice aura about this old chronomaker -- the pride in his work, the way he keeps working and trying to figure out how to fix things, and his polite (if flustered and worried) words to the Findsman. His attempt at looking through the Mists may not have been the most logical way to go about things, but then I think most of us have done something or other that could be compared. It’s all just really endearing and by the end I’m struck by how this little interaction that Zuckuss probably instantly forgot meant the world to this chronomaker, because that chrono was so potentially important to his future. It’s one of those things where you peel back the layers and find that everyone has their own story that is just as real to them as any epic adventure that might be wandering through at the same time and place. And of course, I really enjoyed seeing more of the way that Zuckuss figures out how to find the pliers. Though he’s still probably a bit less than Findsman-like in manners with the sudden vanishing, this is some of his better side here; he’s willing to help with this seemingly silly task and goes about it with serious deliberation. Part of which is choosing the right tool for the job, which in this case wasn’t the Mists. Anyway, it’s wonderful to see that moment expanded upon in such an entertaining way. Thanks so very much for this!