Timestamp: 40th of Summer 512 A.V.
A soft but constant tapping... the clink of metal against metal... A sudden gust of warm air into Vir's cool room, and the low humming of a man from the next room... Vir's eyes opened slowly, his mind and body still halfway lost in his dream of fire and death in the streets... He shuddered. The hostilities between his own clan and the others over their stance on humanity and the outside world were growing worse.
He loved his people, their home, the sheer beauty to be found here, deep under the earth but his clan, and Peritus clan's, views on humanity were not his own... Yes he'd dreamed of fire and death, but for him it was not humans he saw... instead he saw Isur fighting Isur in the streets and that by itself was a thought more frightening than any other.
It was too much... the tension was beginning to get to him... He had to leave. It was a thought he had been avoiding for quite a while now, but it was inevitable... And plus, it would be a good opportunity to see the art of other lands... at least thats what he told himself... It was high time for him to make a decision though... either stay and try to curb his clans anger, or leave and hope he could come back one day, once things were settled.
What decided it for him was his knowledge of his own clan. They would never listen to one so young as he, and they certainly wouldn't want to listen to a man not born of the clan. He had faced the prejudices of some of the Terras elders far too often to think they would listen to his counsel... and so he would have to leave, or be dragged into a conflict he wanted no part of.
After a small sigh he rubbed his eyes, nimbly rolling out of the bed. The tapping and humming was still going, steady and even... A small smile graced his lips and all thoughts of the dream left him as he listened to his father at work in the next room, the sounds as soothing as the beat of his own heart. There was a beat to his fathers work... Tap,tap, ting, tap, tap, ting and the mans hummed tune went along with it... Vir stood at the door which adjoined his room to the smithy, a small smile tugging at his face...
A few seconds passed as he got the feel for the tune before he gave voice to a little ditty brought on by the steady beat...
His father chuckled at the last, very nearly missing a beat before he could catch himself," Eye boy... these old bones could still whip you into shape in no time."
Vir grinned and walked over, taking care not to stand too close lest he accidentally burn himself, so that he might see what his father had been working on all night..." A hammer head?" He shook his head in wonder and looked at the old man, noting his fathers smile..."Its for mother isn't it?"
The old Isur smiled all the wider and didn't even bother to reply... Vir laughed and took up his place on the other side of the forge where his own workstation lay and picked up his hammer and a small iron bar from a pile beside the anvil... Nails were always in need, even in a place like Sultros.
He let himself smile at the thought, but it quickly faded... Today he would tell his family that he was leaving, and he was certain they would not understand...
A soft but constant tapping... the clink of metal against metal... A sudden gust of warm air into Vir's cool room, and the low humming of a man from the next room... Vir's eyes opened slowly, his mind and body still halfway lost in his dream of fire and death in the streets... He shuddered. The hostilities between his own clan and the others over their stance on humanity and the outside world were growing worse.
He loved his people, their home, the sheer beauty to be found here, deep under the earth but his clan, and Peritus clan's, views on humanity were not his own... Yes he'd dreamed of fire and death, but for him it was not humans he saw... instead he saw Isur fighting Isur in the streets and that by itself was a thought more frightening than any other.
It was too much... the tension was beginning to get to him... He had to leave. It was a thought he had been avoiding for quite a while now, but it was inevitable... And plus, it would be a good opportunity to see the art of other lands... at least thats what he told himself... It was high time for him to make a decision though... either stay and try to curb his clans anger, or leave and hope he could come back one day, once things were settled.
What decided it for him was his knowledge of his own clan. They would never listen to one so young as he, and they certainly wouldn't want to listen to a man not born of the clan. He had faced the prejudices of some of the Terras elders far too often to think they would listen to his counsel... and so he would have to leave, or be dragged into a conflict he wanted no part of.
After a small sigh he rubbed his eyes, nimbly rolling out of the bed. The tapping and humming was still going, steady and even... A small smile graced his lips and all thoughts of the dream left him as he listened to his father at work in the next room, the sounds as soothing as the beat of his own heart. There was a beat to his fathers work... Tap,tap, ting, tap, tap, ting and the mans hummed tune went along with it... Vir stood at the door which adjoined his room to the smithy, a small smile tugging at his face...
A few seconds passed as he got the feel for the tune before he gave voice to a little ditty brought on by the steady beat...
"Hammer falls, sparks and light
Morning come, take the night
Wake this day, to sound and song
Hammer falls, all night long
May your arm be full of might
May your old bones be allright!"
Morning come, take the night
Wake this day, to sound and song
Hammer falls, all night long
May your arm be full of might
May your old bones be allright!"
His father chuckled at the last, very nearly missing a beat before he could catch himself," Eye boy... these old bones could still whip you into shape in no time."
Vir grinned and walked over, taking care not to stand too close lest he accidentally burn himself, so that he might see what his father had been working on all night..." A hammer head?" He shook his head in wonder and looked at the old man, noting his fathers smile..."Its for mother isn't it?"
The old Isur smiled all the wider and didn't even bother to reply... Vir laughed and took up his place on the other side of the forge where his own workstation lay and picked up his hammer and a small iron bar from a pile beside the anvil... Nails were always in need, even in a place like Sultros.
He let himself smile at the thought, but it quickly faded... Today he would tell his family that he was leaving, and he was certain they would not understand...