Hittin' Things [Atzi]

[Rhuryc]

What the hell was she doing? With an uncharacteristic speed Rhuryc lashed out and grabbed Atzi's arm, forcing her to withdraw as he reached out with his opposing hand and took the wire himself. He barely felt the heath through the gloves. Still. His eyes narrowed at the Kelvic's actions. He tied off the edge himself and released his hold on the woman, once more ignoring the heat. That made sense. He was accustom to the forge, burns were nothing new to the man, but perhaps he could have been more gentle in his manner. No. Something definitely had him ruffled. "Gloves." Rhuryc mustered, the pretense of his joviality shattered. "Sorry, Atzi. That was too rough." Only a few days he had known this woman and he was already losing control of himself. Breath deep. He stopped for a moment and watched the Kelvic, hopping that he had not gone too far in his actions. Despite the intention, his reaction was far more violent than it should have been. Perhaps he needed more time off. The memories of that cave were still getting the better of him. Ah, that was it. Rhuryc almost shuddered as he recalled those red veined hands. The pain of Vexation, wasn't that what the wizard called it? The burning, smoldering fire with that ferocious laughter. No. Focus. "That's enough links for now. For what we need to do. Here. You need to flatten them next, close the hole that's left from when you cut them from the spool." Those last few rings could heat. He stepped away from the open flame and went back to the anvil. Armed once more with his hammer Rhuryc took the few remaining links he had been working on and pushed one into the center. He paused. A frown decorated his countenance before he set the tool back down. This was almost hopeless. "You know what. Why don't we just table this for now. You hungry? I'm hungry. C'mon." And like that he made his way over to the door, re donning his cloak and waiting for the woman to follow. The fire would put itself out, especially with the extinguished flame from the metal on those coals. He could clean that out later.

[Atzi]

Rhuryc's hand was rough, clamped down on her arm. The woman was startled by the man's grasp. Green eyes narrowed at Atzi. The kelvic felt shame. Failure. She'd miss-stepped and now, like a punished puppy, her tail was between her legs. Rhuryc let go of Atzi's arm, tying off the wire himself. Atzi averted her eyes to her feet. “Gloves.” The woman nodded slightly, red hair hung down, covering her face. “Sorry, Atzi. That was too rough.” The kelvic shook her head. “No, no. You're right. You did what you needed to.” The woman looked up through red strands. Atzi's stomach twisted, for different reasons, her own incompetence mostly. The woman swallowed the growing lump in her throat. Rhuryc moved them on to flattening. Atzi was thankful for the change of tasks. Rhuryc picked up his hammer but then paused, a frown crossing his face, he set the hammer back down. “You know what. Why don't we just table this for now. You hungry? I'm hungry. C'mon.” The kelvic frowned, had she upset him so? The woman beat herself up for her words and actions, she should have just stayed at the cabin, at least then she wouldn't have caused this. The kelvic said nothing, but followed suit, pulling her cloak, hat and mittens back on, following him in silence, her hands twisting each other. The woman walked out into the cold, shutting the door behind her. Gold eyes watched the snow coated ground for a chime before looking up to Rhuryc. I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to up set you.” Her voice had a crack to it, how pitiful a tiger truly could be.

[Rhuryc]

What? Damn it. If he did not feel like a total ass before now it was complete. What a day this was already. Rhuryc slid out of the forge and watched the woman in her apologetic manner. None of this was her doing. Perhaps she was the catalyst, but he knew this pent up rage was all his own. With a sigh, the man turned about and put an arm around Atzi's shoulder. He drew her in like an older sibling, leading both of them off on a path away from the forge. There were better ways to saturate a friendship than harsh beginnings. Nevermind that most of those links would be useless now. Hell, he had made far too many the days previous, why then had he even bothered to make more? Too many questions. "It's not your fault. Don't fret it." He walked for some time, the both of them trouncing through the snow as they left the Iceglaze hold behind. Where were they going? Who knew. This path would take them to the market, maybe there they could eat. A real meal would be nice to have. So they walked, two balls of fur and cloth connected at the shoulders. There were few others trouncing city at such an hour, most involved in their daily activities inside. Maybe later a crowd might crop up somewhere. For now, though the silence did the two of them the world of wonders. Or maybe that was just Rhuryc. He was not sure he could handle the bustle of a busy street just yet. "Some things are difficult to talk about. For me. Maybe you have a similar past, but." He sighed as they crossed into the market. There was a particular food merchant that Rhuryc enjoyed, a fellow that cooked things and sold them for immediate consumption. A few strides brought them the various unoccupied stalls and past the light traffic that plagued the small expanse. "I have trouble dealing with them at times. It's not you." Rhuryc waved once they reached the vendor and he exchanged a quick word with the man at attendance, purchasing two of the smaller, roasted fowl. The exchange was a quick one.

[Atzi]

The woman was silent as Rhuryc put his arm around her. It was a nice gesture, a warm one, one that Atzi took very differently that Rhuryc had intended. She would keep her feelings to herself as a slight fuzzy feeling filled her mind. “It's not your fault. Don't fret it.” The woman nodded and remained silent, she would believe him, she had no reason not to, but guilt would still tug at her. The two walked silently across the packed snow, their feet crunching beneath them. The change in sounds was refreshing, from the constant rumble of the forge to the soft quietness of Avanthal. The softness and focus of Atzi's mind shifted as Rhuryc spoke. “Some things are difficult to talk about. For me. Maybe you have a similar past, but.” Gold eyes focused on the man as his spoke, a sigh left him as they entered the market. “I have trouble dealing with them at times. It's not you.” The kelvic nodded slowly, her nose twitched excitedly, the smell of cooked meat was an enticing one and the woman could feel her stomach grumble. She ignored the hunger. “I understand,” Atzi knew what he meant, the past was a bothersome thing that always liked to rear its head at the worst of times. “I am here for you, what ever you need.” The woman said, matching his eyes as she spoke.

[Cheshire]

Character: Rhuryc Experience: Teaching +3, Blacksmithing +4, Sculpting +2, Rhetoric +2 Lore: Teaching Smithing Character: Atzi Experience: Observation +1, Blacksmithing +4, Interrogation +3, Sculpting +2, Rhetoric +2 Lore: Learning to Smith Additional Note: Feel free to replace the smithing for the one you feel you were doing if you were not blacksmithing. The sculpting was for the shaping of the rings. PM me with concerns.