Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
"Ah, three generations. That's impressive." That kind of accumulated skill and tradition came with its own pride, she knew that first hand. She had seen it within her own family, as her grandfather, father and brother poured sweat, blood and tears into tending their farm. They had been humble shepherds and farmers, true, but no less knowledgeable in their own field of expertise, and no less proud than any other tradesmen. Once, not so very long ago, the name Valair had meant something; even now she had her own pride in being part of that family, even though she was all that remained.
Leaning in close to examine a detail in the shape of the metal, Maea looked up at the question. She held up a stack of papers with a light grin. "Just work, I'm afraid. Thought I'd take some liberties with your notice boards - it's invitations to a ball I'm hosting at the Grounds. You should be getting a personal invite soon enough."
Though truth be told, she was far more interested in the blacksmith than her original plans. "Is it difficult to work metal?" she wondered, while tucking the notes away into her coat. "Can I try?" Unless he was too busy, of course; she could always come back some other time.
Leaning in close to examine a detail in the shape of the metal, Maea looked up at the question. She held up a stack of papers with a light grin. "Just work, I'm afraid. Thought I'd take some liberties with your notice boards - it's invitations to a ball I'm hosting at the Grounds. You should be getting a personal invite soon enough."
Though truth be told, she was far more interested in the blacksmith than her original plans. "Is it difficult to work metal?" she wondered, while tucking the notes away into her coat. "Can I try?" Unless he was too busy, of course; she could always come back some other time.
Maea
