Oh geez... is how Ronan reacted to the people's reaction.
Cause he thought that it was a bit much.
It was just a boomerang, after all.
Then again, he kind of expected this to happen.
For whenever he plans of dropping his fanfic characters in any backwards medieval settings... something like the boomerang is what he drafts up.
It kind of helped him that this thing is not at all actually prevalent in Westeros... and he took an unexpected advantage.
For even he thought that the words of his unknown "detractors" had some weight to them... that the boomerangs could very well be already existent in Essos and beyond.
In any case, he sought to maximize the first introducer benefits... drawing up and designing and building boomerangs that he "gave away"...
But in secret, he was optimizing diligence... so that Heaven rewards him...
With better designs and great boomerang crafting capabilities. A gift of both knowledge and skill...
Which he then shared with whoever is skilled with the wood in the territory. Pushing it onto them like the empty sponge of ideas that they are. To create an industry and earn all the moneys...
However pitiful it was, it is still money.
From one-wing boomerangs to six-wing boomerangs and onwards. Even the weird and inexplicably shaped ones are part of what is to be traded.
To establish Runestone as the place of the foremost boomerang makers of the realm against eventual copycats. With more designs to come as long as Ronan does his diligence.
Maybe even weapon-worthy boomerangs... like shuriken-shaped ones, weirdly curved axes, or even an ultra-flatten Mjolnir.
Which is why he allocated some time to also master the fun "toy"... to be like Sokka or even Captain Boomerang himself.
But that is just a distracting idea in of itself... for his real intention was truly to learn the craft of woodwork and carving.
So, the smart thing to do was also move on to other woody creations...
To wow Westeros and earn some fame and influence on the side... through the introduction of unique stuff he knew from his previous world.
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Before long... when Runestone's woodcarvers thought they had seen the peak of the bastard boy's odd inventions, another strange toy took to the air.
This one did not return.
It flew true, smooth and swift... then simply fell, meant to be caught by another's hand.
The smallfolk called it the flat wheel at first, a round wooden plate no larger than a man's helm, light and thin with its edges curved just so.
But the boy, Ronan Stone, called it a "frisbee".
He showed the children how it was meant to be played... not alone this time, but together. One throws, the other catches. A toy of shared laughter, not skill or sorcery.
And just like that, another wave swept through Runestone... and beyond.
The older men marveled at how steady it flew, the maester once again scrawled his notes about air and balance, and the women of the household smiled to see their children play without fear of splinters or bruises.
A non-returning boomerang, they called it. Safer, simpler... yet somehow more delightful.
Before long, the "flying disc of the Vale" was being carved up in Gulltown and other woodworking lands alike. The expected imitators who wanted a piece of the boomerang and now this new one...
But Runestone's innovation still got a leg up with colored designs... albeit in vain.
It didn't take long for fainted discs of all colors were traded at where they should be traded... sometimes engraved with the sigils of houses, making even some knights be seen trying their hand at the odd toy and its accompanying sport.
But with this second creation came greater whispers.
Of what wood lies inside the bastard of Runestone's mind?
Does he dream in strange shapes?
Is this child touched by some craft beyond reason... or is he simply mad?
Some unburdened maesters debated in their letters... some insisting the boy was merely gifted, others wondering if lost knowledge of the First Men or even Valyrian art ran in his veins. But those were worries from the speculative and crazy.
Nevertheless, the reach of the bastard boy's toy stretched farther still.
Even in King's Landing, where the boomerang craze had yet to die down, the tale of the new toy reached the Red Keep.
Where the princess Rhaenyra, curious as ever, is said to have acquired a frisbee for herself.
When it arrived... under royal changes, it became a polished ashwood disc with the sigil of House Targaryen etched upon its face... she was said to have spent an entire afternoon tossing it across the gardens.
The young Alicent Hightower, ever her companion, joined in the play.
Even Queen Aemma herself is reported to have laughed from her seat as the two girls chased after the spinning disc... their laughter echoing off the Red Keep's stones.
And so, with royalty admiring it... others soon followed with scrutiny and curiosity.
And so, while the maesters wrote of mechanics and the smallfolk talked of miracles... the realm once more turned their attention to Bastard of Runestone... a child with a mind of wood, winds, and whimsy.