Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
The part of the Tower that Lena came to and Luciana worked in was definitely not cold. In fact, it was almost oppressively hot, especially during Longheat with the forge fires blazing.
The craftswoman brought down a hammer on the end of a heated rod of iron, which glowed reddish-yellow. She held the cool end of the rod in a gloved hand. Turning her wrist, she brought the hammer down again. She continued like this, alternating sides as a narrower and narrower length of metal extended from the end towards a chalk line on her anvil.
When the knock sounded and the other woman spoke, the Hammer didn't even look up, just yelled to be heard over her work. "One moment." She continued smashing the metal, which was cooling rapidly, until it reached the chalk. Then she set down the hammer. Grabbing the rod, she slid it into her forge fire.
Only then did she turn to face her visitor. "Lena." Luciana nodded. "It depends on the repairs. You know the drill: tell me what you need and I'll tell you if I can do it and when." Wiping some sweat off her brow (leaving a smear of soot behind as she did) she glanced towards the iron she had in the fire.
The craftswoman brought down a hammer on the end of a heated rod of iron, which glowed reddish-yellow. She held the cool end of the rod in a gloved hand. Turning her wrist, she brought the hammer down again. She continued like this, alternating sides as a narrower and narrower length of metal extended from the end towards a chalk line on her anvil.
When the knock sounded and the other woman spoke, the Hammer didn't even look up, just yelled to be heard over her work. "One moment." She continued smashing the metal, which was cooling rapidly, until it reached the chalk. Then she set down the hammer. Grabbing the rod, she slid it into her forge fire.
Only then did she turn to face her visitor. "Lena." Luciana nodded. "It depends on the repairs. You know the drill: tell me what you need and I'll tell you if I can do it and when." Wiping some sweat off her brow (leaving a smear of soot behind as she did) she glanced towards the iron she had in the fire.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
