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Mesmerized he witnessed the craft, weaving fire like airy fabrics in a dance that had the cobbler staring slack jawed. His mind suspended in time. Drifting, empty and thoughtless for a blissful breath. Then, like glass it broke.
A peaceful tranquility torn asunder by tone that had the dams crumble to dust in an instant. A mind again filled with a swirling maelstrom of questions and worried, but halted by the simple question asked.
A simple question, a simple cobbler with a simple answer. But he swiftly quashed the urge to blurt out what first came to mind, surely a fire-wielding mystical being didn't call him because it needed a heel patched. The thought at least had him biting his lip to stifle a smile.
Are delved deeper. Digging through layers upon layers of worries and doubts to find a heart blind and frozen, but still beating defiantly. A glimmer of hope that never left. One that would persevere no matter what, because the options where no options.
Perseverance.
Stubborn, bull-headed and hasty if put in the more humble terms he was used to. Come Hel (literally) or high water, giving up was never an option. No matter how hopeless the pallid light of dawn shone, the simple cobbler had one thing always left in his heart.
"I persevere." he croaked, far less powerful and solemn it had sounded in his head, but at least he spoke a word he'd given some thought.
A peaceful tranquility torn asunder by tone that had the dams crumble to dust in an instant. A mind again filled with a swirling maelstrom of questions and worried, but halted by the simple question asked.
A simple question, a simple cobbler with a simple answer. But he swiftly quashed the urge to blurt out what first came to mind, surely a fire-wielding mystical being didn't call him because it needed a heel patched. The thought at least had him biting his lip to stifle a smile.
Are delved deeper. Digging through layers upon layers of worries and doubts to find a heart blind and frozen, but still beating defiantly. A glimmer of hope that never left. One that would persevere no matter what, because the options where no options.
Perseverance.
Stubborn, bull-headed and hasty if put in the more humble terms he was used to. Come Hel (literally) or high water, giving up was never an option. No matter how hopeless the pallid light of dawn shone, the simple cobbler had one thing always left in his heart.
"I persevere." he croaked, far less powerful and solemn it had sounded in his head, but at least he spoke a word he'd given some thought.
