Frosted Iron

As the gryphlet gently clambered onto him, Caiside turned, hiding his weak smile on the softness of her feathers and reaching up, both to keep her steady as he moved and to keep stroking her. Jigano’s words drew an amused snort and a shake of the head from Caiside. Of course the bard was the rebellious type, in his own way. ”It’s a wonder you haven’t been in more trouble.” They moved deeper into the workshop, the heat of the forge comforting instead of overwhelming. He hummed, a frown twisting his lips, and looked away from the bard. ”There is... an amount of stigma that I think is... justifiable. The things you do in war...” In his minds eye, he saw bloody battlefields, deals made with demons and gods, and the fiery maw of the world. Then, he shook his head, clearing away old memories. ”But it doesn’t matter anymore, not here or anywhere else.” Pulling his gloves on as well, Caiside grabbed an apron for his silver headed friend, handing it over once the borrowed gloves were put on. He noticed the smile slip away from Jigano’s lips as he spoke though, and furrowed his brow, remembering too late the fate of the Launceleyn. ”I harbour no ill will towards her. You do what you have to in a situation like that, and while I didn’t like it... I can’t blame her either.” He wished he had been closer to her, perhaps he would have earned an even lighter deal than what he got, but at the moment he was simply thankful to have been dealt with as easily as he was. Jigano was ready to begin, and Caiside was ready to move past the awkward blip in their conversation. He clapped his hands together, relishing in the loud smack his gloves made. ”I know you are somewhat acquainted with a forge already, so we won’t start with nails.” He laughed, and reaches into a bucket to pull out some long, twisted iron puns he’d scavenged from a ruin in anticipation of this. ”I was thinking we could clean these up into workable blades. Go through the basics and make something useful.” Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;