20th Summer 515
"Sorry I'm late," Alija quickly said as she entered the forge, dark and smokey but for the glowing embers and metal. Both Donovan and Rals were working separately on projects of their own, pounding on metal rods or drawing out small squares. "Kial got sick, he ate some bad food yesterday. I was up all night, and overslept," she explained, picking up a spare apron.
"Well, we're closed anyway, so don't worry," Rals grunted, annoyed. Alija dropped her hair, which she had been in the process of tying up, and asked why, curiously. This was never planned. The Armed Scholar rarely closed, and today was not a day that they were supposed to.
"Some rich folks from the Ancient Quarter decided that it would be alright if they demanded several ornaments and decorations from us - to be delivered tomorrow," Donovan explained, and Alija nodded, secretly hoping that she would be considered one of the rich folk. To live in a large, extensive house, to have authority of Zeltiva, it was all part of a dream she had. But she would never be as rude as this, causing the shop to close for the day. "They're paying a lot," Donovan explained, reading her mind as to why they would accept the request, at least not fully.
"So, what sort of things do we need to make?"
"Grab some scrap metal, start shaping it. Whatever, they said they don't care," Rals answered, back turned to the young blacksmith. Alija nodded, despite him not facing her, and took the last anvil, knowing what she wanted to do. She grabbed a spare horseshoe, one that had been badly made, too large for the intended horse. She didn't understand how she could have made that mistake, horseshoes being some of the first things she had ever learned to make, but at least she could put it to good use.
First, she heated up the bottom part, chiseling a mark for the center, to simply mark where to have the point of the heart she planned to make. Alija heated it again, this time a little more area covered, so a larger section was the glowing orange colour that she wanted. This meant that when she stuck it in the hardy hole and pulled it out a little, the shoe widened, becoming more "U" shaped than horseshoe shaped. The blacksmith repeated several times, working on both sides so it widened evenly. Straightening it up with a few sharp hammer taps, she prepared for the next step.
This time, the glowing metal was placed on the edge of the anvil, right at the heel, the center mark lined up with it. The hammer tinked as she created a "V" in the metal, working one end up and the other down. Occasionally, she put the shoe back on the face of the anvil, hammering flat to stop it becoming distorted. Eventually, she was satisfied with the shape created, and took a quick break to check on her companion's work. Donovan was making simple twists and spirals in long rods, which he appeared to be assembling into a large rectangular frame. Rals' creation still looked like a heap of metal, but he was slowly hammering away, drawing it out and upsetting it in strange places. She couldn't make any sense of it, but Alija was certain that it would be beautiful when finished. Everything Rals made always was.
"Sorry I'm late," Alija quickly said as she entered the forge, dark and smokey but for the glowing embers and metal. Both Donovan and Rals were working separately on projects of their own, pounding on metal rods or drawing out small squares. "Kial got sick, he ate some bad food yesterday. I was up all night, and overslept," she explained, picking up a spare apron.
"Well, we're closed anyway, so don't worry," Rals grunted, annoyed. Alija dropped her hair, which she had been in the process of tying up, and asked why, curiously. This was never planned. The Armed Scholar rarely closed, and today was not a day that they were supposed to.
"Some rich folks from the Ancient Quarter decided that it would be alright if they demanded several ornaments and decorations from us - to be delivered tomorrow," Donovan explained, and Alija nodded, secretly hoping that she would be considered one of the rich folk. To live in a large, extensive house, to have authority of Zeltiva, it was all part of a dream she had. But she would never be as rude as this, causing the shop to close for the day. "They're paying a lot," Donovan explained, reading her mind as to why they would accept the request, at least not fully.
"So, what sort of things do we need to make?"
"Grab some scrap metal, start shaping it. Whatever, they said they don't care," Rals answered, back turned to the young blacksmith. Alija nodded, despite him not facing her, and took the last anvil, knowing what she wanted to do. She grabbed a spare horseshoe, one that had been badly made, too large for the intended horse. She didn't understand how she could have made that mistake, horseshoes being some of the first things she had ever learned to make, but at least she could put it to good use.
First, she heated up the bottom part, chiseling a mark for the center, to simply mark where to have the point of the heart she planned to make. Alija heated it again, this time a little more area covered, so a larger section was the glowing orange colour that she wanted. This meant that when she stuck it in the hardy hole and pulled it out a little, the shoe widened, becoming more "U" shaped than horseshoe shaped. The blacksmith repeated several times, working on both sides so it widened evenly. Straightening it up with a few sharp hammer taps, she prepared for the next step.
This time, the glowing metal was placed on the edge of the anvil, right at the heel, the center mark lined up with it. The hammer tinked as she created a "V" in the metal, working one end up and the other down. Occasionally, she put the shoe back on the face of the anvil, hammering flat to stop it becoming distorted. Eventually, she was satisfied with the shape created, and took a quick break to check on her companion's work. Donovan was making simple twists and spirals in long rods, which he appeared to be assembling into a large rectangular frame. Rals' creation still looked like a heap of metal, but he was slowly hammering away, drawing it out and upsetting it in strange places. She couldn't make any sense of it, but Alija was certain that it would be beautiful when finished. Everything Rals made always was.