Fall 14, 511 AV Aello strode through the Merchant's Ring with purpose. Her head held high, the hood of her dark cloak draped over it, obscuring her face from view. Casting dark shadows across its length, as she inched closer and closer to the eastern curve. As she wove through the crowd that had gathered in the ring, eager to fight for the best purchases of the day. As Aello moved, silently, steadily, her left arm swung forward, as did her right. Although the right posed no threat for it held nothing, while the left held her bow. Everything else, rested upon her back, in her bag or her quiver. Or, rested against her thigh, chilling her to the bone. She smiled weakly at the thought of the dagger. The bloody blade which needed a twin. A far less evil, accursed twin. As she neared the large stone building, from which sprouted a slender stream of smoke, Aello's smile widened. She had passed the forge many a time, but had yet to make her way inside. When she reached the large door, Aello pushed it open, to find herself in a place filled with armor and weapons, and young and old alike, all hammering away at something new. A strip of metal. Holding something over a hot flame. The door slammed shut behind Aello as she took a few steps forward. Some of the men looked up, and then went back to work. Well that was rude, Aello thought, as she walked over to rack upon rack of sharp pointy objects. Some of which, she eyed, and could not find the name for. As she glanced over everything, Aello realized that the blades were far larger than what she had been searching for. Well that's a pity, Aello thought, as she felt someone tap her shoulder. Jerked out of her thoughts, the girl turned to her right to find a short, red-haired boy with hazel-colored eyes looking up at her. He pulled his hand away from her, and then inquired, "looking for something miss?" Aello smiled weakly, her eyes sparkling. "A twin for my blade." With that, she reached under the folds of her dress, and extracted her cursed blade. The blood glinting off the light of the forge. "And a scabbard of course. To be its home." The boy gasped at the sight of the blood. It was just about the color of his hair. The bits that still looked fresh anyway. Aello's smile widened. "Doesn't come off... the blood. But don't worry, I wouldn't spill yours with it." The girl's eyes glimmered as the boy collected himself, more than likely assuming she simply used the thing a bit too much. "So about its twin..." "Right!" the apprentice stammered, as he gestured for Aello to follow, leading her deeper into the forge. |