Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said
And I lie broken in words I said
It wasn’t long after their last trip to Frey’s Breath that Liam and Maea returned to the Climb, this time to hunt for ore. Having decided upon steel for the blade, the soldier knew that he hunted iron. And with a vision for an emerald embedded in the pommel of the sword, well, he’d come prepared for a long hunt. He’d decided to wear a shirt of the lightest material he could find, had tied his hair back from his face, and carried a full flask of water tied at one hip. He carried a pickaxe over his shoulder with one hand and a bag to collect ore in the other.
It was hot, of course - brutally so - but perhaps Liam was starting to get used to it, because he was in better spirits than he tended to be when wandering the Burrows. He strode along beside Maea, keeping an eye peeled for the faintest sign of iron. ”Heat’s not so bad, once you get used to it,” he said optimistically, smiling at Maea. ”At the very least, I don’t think mining down here will hurt nearly as badly as I’d imagined.”
It was hot, of course - brutally so - but perhaps Liam was starting to get used to it, because he was in better spirits than he tended to be when wandering the Burrows. He strode along beside Maea, keeping an eye peeled for the faintest sign of iron. ”Heat’s not so bad, once you get used to it,” he said optimistically, smiling at Maea. ”At the very least, I don’t think mining down here will hurt nearly as badly as I’d imagined.”
Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began
Standing where it all began
Liam
