Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
She was only passing by, on her way from one errand to the next, when the grumbling from within the smithy reached her sensitive ears. With some caution Maea poked her head inside, wary of the heat from the forge and the unsavory effects it might have on her. The sight that met her had pale brows ride high on her brow, and she had to bite back a smile as she slipped in through the door.
"Darkeye? Whatever are you doing?" Was this a balancing act? Some form of ritual? Perhaps a strange form of training, along the lines of walking on metal filings to build pain tolerance..?
But no. That would not explain his obvious disgruntlement. Or the way certain metallic objects in the room appeared to cling to the man, or otherwise quivered and twisted in his general direction.
"Darkeye? Whatever are you doing?" Was this a balancing act? Some form of ritual? Perhaps a strange form of training, along the lines of walking on metal filings to build pain tolerance..?
But no. That would not explain his obvious disgruntlement. Or the way certain metallic objects in the room appeared to cling to the man, or otherwise quivered and twisted in his general direction.
Maea
