Are
A short smile was all the blessings he could muster to those destined to enter what he could not. The calling of glory and death so strong he felt as if he could reach out and touch it. Yet something kept him back. A memory of a bygone era, one where a simple cobbler could never muster up the courage to even dream of bearing arms in anger. A small reminder of what he was living for and what all his work was for. Glory and death was simple. Love and life was not.
Still the cobbler had toiled. Shield on his back, padded jacket over his tunic and dark rings under his eyes a testament of tireless preparation. As dawn broke on that day he could feel it long before he heard it. A crack of the hammer and the world was alight for a moment, the toll of a bell calling a coward out from his hole.
A short smile from a weary face, lined with unrest and worry but alight with the excitement the smell of a new world brought. Not even the sight of him could dampen his peculiar mood. Are knew better than to tempt fate and gave Rory only a slight nod of recognition.
With a heavy sigh he planted himself as comfortably as he could on an overturned barrel, knapsack already opened and aching fingers rifling around for a belated breakfast.
Still the cobbler had toiled. Shield on his back, padded jacket over his tunic and dark rings under his eyes a testament of tireless preparation. As dawn broke on that day he could feel it long before he heard it. A crack of the hammer and the world was alight for a moment, the toll of a bell calling a coward out from his hole.
A short smile from a weary face, lined with unrest and worry but alight with the excitement the smell of a new world brought. Not even the sight of him could dampen his peculiar mood. Are knew better than to tempt fate and gave Rory only a slight nod of recognition.
With a heavy sigh he planted himself as comfortably as he could on an overturned barrel, knapsack already opened and aching fingers rifling around for a belated breakfast.
