Closed I Don't Know Which Is Harder, My Scythe Or My..Other Scythe?

[Kisetukai]

Timestamp: 45th Of Spring
Evening... Late evening.
Near closing time of the Sultrous blades

A nice evening it was, pleasantly cool but at the same time pleasantly warm if that was possible and K was sucking up every passing moment of it. It was a beautiful day, truly one that the god of spring had put his hands into and blessed. K was in control of the body the whole day today, as if done so by sheer will power and raw excitement, and Kise was fine with it like always. How he longed for the days to had went by faster, how he could imagine Hadyn handing him a new scythe, the cool metal in his hands. Or maybe if he was lucky the fresh warm newly shaped metal in his hands... Would that have burnt his hands off? That didn't matter, what did matter was that he was excited. Excited to get a new weapon he had ordered, waited for and had planned to pay for. It was going to be spectacular and he counted down every day, every bell, every chime and every tick. 

He was ready to get what he deserved, what he craved, a fresh weapon. Not that his weapon wasn't good enough, but he considered it to still be his mom's in a way, and that wasn't good in itself. Yes he was grateful for the heirloom, but he wanted his own weapon. His own fresh blade that he would make a name for, his judgement scythe sure was scary but it had a past... And an owner. He could never fill either positions. That's why this new scythe was so important to him, because he was a young warrior in need of blade... A blade of his own to start his journey with. And this blade was surely to be amazing. He just had a feeling, even though Hadyn was a girl, she seemed as cocky as him. And people like him always knew how to back up their words.

As he approached the smithy, he grew a bit nervous, for some reason he just did. Although he was excellent around women Hadyn was a bit older than him, about ten years to be exact and he had an odd crush on her. She was definitely a thought in his mind today, and he thought about her when dressing himself, wondering what she would think of his outfit. Would she even think of his outfit? Maybe he put a tad bit too much thought into it but he couldn't help it... Hadyn was pretty. He hated himself for thinking it, no matter how much he tried to forget it, he knew to himself that she was attractive. But K was an emotional person, and today... How he felt about all depended upon his scythe. How it would it turn out? He was about to find out.

Turning his body, he stopped dead in front of the smithy, without looking inside he spoke. "Hey..." He said in a cool and confident voice. "I'm here to pick up my scythe." Opening his eyes with his arms folded he looked at the only person in the shop... Hadyn. Smiling a bit softly as he realized the situation he tried to keep calm, after all it was just Hadyn... Right? "Oh... Your the only one here?" He said looking up at the lazy sun and back to her. "I guess I'm a bit late..." He added with a chuckle. "Well miss Hadyn.... How have you been?" He said, leaning against the counter dividing where workers and customers occupied. He wore a his elegant clothing, casual yet expressing the fact that he had enough money not to be considered common. All snow white, tee shirt, cargo shorts two inches below the knees with a chain swooping on the left pocket. 

Powder white shoes, laced with two buckles, an inverted silk cloak with durable fiber on the back. Bright freshly washed knuckle-less gloves. His hair freshly trimmed and edged, his facial hair... Shaved and trim. Although he didn't have much to begin with. He was a young man, probably out of his league but that was the way he liked it... An against all odds kind of guy. He awaited for Hadyn's answers, after all, it was a hybrid situation. 

One should always mix business with pleasure... One who has done it before and lived of course.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn Skellig had been at the smithy for the better part of ten bells, toiling and bustling around with barely a moment's rest. 'Twas the season for commissions and Sultros was in no danger of being put out of business any time soon. After bidding adieu to the other smiths a bell prior, the woman set about the final chores to close the shop. Four finished weapons lay at her work table, two more nearly complete and a hunk of iron to denote the last barely touched piece. Her stomach protested the late hours loudly, a frown on her lips as she stood on her tiptoes to douse one of the sconce lights. Her dark hair was wrapped up in a thick bun, tied loosely with a leather cord. She sported the clothes of her profession, thin britches and a dark chemise covered by a dark leather vest cinched up her chest. Fair skin was tinged with both sweat and dust from her labors, her expression exhausted, lips curved gently downward as if smiling would take some great effort. The door opened and she closed her eyes. By the gods, it was too late for another customer! A voice that seemed faintly familiar rang out, issuing words which further identified the man. Kisetukai. That hot headed strange young man from a few days ago. Eager for a scythe and somewhat of an enigma to the blacksmith, though she hadn't entirely made her mind up about him. Turning around, she met his gaze with a tired smile, lowering her arms and nodding her welcome. "Been well," she answered slowly, stepping around the counter. She was actually somewhat eager to see is reaction to the commission. While it wasn't the first scythe she'd created it was certainly the most ornate. "Your weapon is ready, as agreed." She indicated with an arm that he might follow her into the smithy proper. Traversing across the floor, the woman opened the door, pushing it so he might enter behind her. Once inside, the heat of the dying forge met them, the dulled flames casting a muted glow about the place. The brunette moved directly to her work station and nodded to a large object lying on the bench, swathed in rough canvas. "Go 'head," she stated quietly, nodding to encourage him to unwrap the item. Beneath the canvas the scythe was a sight to behold. Standing just a few inches shorter than Kisetukai the snath was narrow and lightweight, a grip protruding slightly below midline. It was enough to grasp with one hand, the other grip located at the weapon's base. Proceeding upward the snath became somewhat wider to accommodate the size and weight of the blade, the ring inlaid with bone, etched with curves and fanciful designs. The tang was thick, enough to absorb the impact of a blow to something significantly heavier than grass (for Hadyn possessed no doubts this tool wasn't intended for agriculture). The heel was made of cold iron, a wide arc jutting out from its center to counter-balance the chine. The blade itself was exceptionally forbidding, the length forged of cold iron. The superior surface was not smooth but jagged, with recurved points every few inches. When a strike was delivered, pulling the blade back would catch the unfortunate victim with the crooked edges, ripping flesh and fabric. Finally the toe of the scythe, sharpened to a point, curved only slightly to allow the weapon to be sliced, rather than gouged. It was among the most threatening and ornate weapons the blacksmith had ever made and she hoped her customer would be pleased. She watched him with a worn, albeit guarded gaze, awaiting his reaction.

[Kisetukai]

Hadyn seemed exhausted, easy unasked for proof that showed how hard working the citizens of the city could be. She looked like she had been at it for bells, just grinding, chipping, melting, shaping and whatever else the people normally did. It was quiet, and overall peaceful, as there were no other customers in the area to keep him from getting what he wanted. She then got up, exposing her working apparel to him. It was... Manly. It didn't show off the curves that he new she was hiding, it seemed that this Hadyn was all business. The worst part of her outfit was the vest... It was the most modest peace of clothing he had ever seen. Tender flesh, being hidden by such a drab peace of cloth, it was apparent that safety was valued in this area more than looks. But then again that was smart, but then again, if he was in charge of the smith he would have Hadyn wearing a five inch skirt everyday. 

These thoughts to himself exploded as reality struck, seeing the woman fling open a door, naturally he mindlessly followed. Slipping through the door swiftly, trying to conserve energy and time without having to touch it. As he entered the room, he turned his body, to face the heat of a thousand suns. It was too much, he instantly began to sweat, a cold sweat. His liquids almost leaving him, he couldn't take it... His throat feeling parched, cottonmouth rearing it's ugly head, and overall that feeling of being in one of those sauna things. It was a disaster, until she brought him to..

His child.

It was sitting there, wrapped gently in cloth, his baby. His new scythe, waiting for his approval. He barely noticed how Hadyn stayed back to let him have his moment. It was tense, he could feel it, so tense he felt as if he should've pulled out a butter knife. He slowly walked up to where the weapon was resting, the cloth was horrid in his eyes just as the cloth was on Hadyn, also keeping him from something he badly wanted to see. Except this was something he could control, of course he could also strip the cloth from Hadyn but... That would end up in pain. The tank. And just overall a bad day.

He silently moved his right forward, the heat from the room no longer bothering him, it rested hovering over the weapon as if absorbing it's energy and reading it's aura. The moment was golden as was the silence. He couldn't wait any longer, his hand moved inch after inch until his index finger bumped the midsection. Hesitantly his hand jumped back a bit, before he thought to himself. 

Look at the outline... This is what I get from letting a woman make my weapon. By the gods, I am going to regret this. I mean look how she-

His thoughts were shattered as a fold of cloth fell off, exposing the shine of the beautiful blade. It was bright, fresh and new, the edge was so sharp even looking at it seemed to hurt. Instantly interested, his hand dug into the cloth, as he gripped the special midsection grip the woman added. His eyes lit up, as emotions sparked, as he held the scythe overhead victoriously, the cloth now lying flatly on the surface. Bringing it down and holding it in both gloved hands, he instantly became speechless, looking at it with glimmering eyes. His mouth starting to vibrate from the weight of the tears welling up in his upper face, he was utterly destroyed. Slowly placing it on the cloth, letting it gleam in the dim light. He didn't want to be so dramatic in front of Hadyn but... It was so...

Beautiful.

This was further proven as he fell to his knees, forcing the work bench to become some sort of holy alter. "Lord Sylir.... I will keep so much peace with this awesome thing. I promise... Thank you for blessing me. Thank you." He slowly rose up from his knees, wiping a few tear streams from his face. Turning to face Hadyn, he quickly turned to face his weapon, then back at her. Walking up to her slowly, he stopped about a couple feet away, afraid to look at her straight in the eyes. Finally gulping once more, gaining confidence, he raised his gaze to meet her's.

He could see it in her face, she was tired and exhausted, and in serious need of a break. "Hadyn I..." Wiping his face to keep anymore tears from embarrassing him. "I don't know what to say exactly." "Hadyn you have... Passed my expectations. Thank you so much for giving me something so beautiful." He took her right hand with both of his, still looking into her durable face. "Hadyn, you are a blacksmith... The best. And for now on your gonna be my blacksmith." He said softly, sliding his hands off her's and leaving twenty golden mizas in his place. 

Rushing back to his weapon, he wrapped it back up in the canvas, leaning in to kiss the cloth not weapon. "And give me that hair tie ok?" Once he got the tie, if he did... He would tie the cloth to the weapon around midsection. "Hadyn can I take you out somewhere? To celebrate? I feel like this isn't enough..." He said while he still admired his weapon. "I was thinking the stallion for drinks but there's this crazy woman who always... Seems to catch me. So how bout the white swan? Sure it's fancy but... I think you will fit in. Of course you gotta change though." He said with a chuckle, turning around with his weapon still wrapped in canvas, the blade hooking on his right shoulder. "So... What do ya say?" He said with a smile. He was in a good mood, so good he wanted to marry her if she could continue to make him weapons as such. 

Now all he had to do was find a name for his new blade...

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn couldn't resist the ghost of a smile faintly etched in the corners of her lips, pride nestling in her breast as Kisetukai examined the weapon. His appreciation was apparent and his adulation was welcomed with a dip of her head. She was nothing if not devoted to her craft. It pleased her to witness his reaction, a telling indication of his devotion to the job. Though she'd never honestly known the Knights to allow anything more than a broadsword among their ranks, but what did she know? A frown threatened to mar her lips when he took her hand but dematerialized when he pressed the coins into her hand. "Thank you," she replied cupping them in both hands as she made her way around him to her work bench, speaking as she went. "You sure the Knights would approve of you havin' your own smith? Don't you boys have your own for your weapons and t'like?" She bent over to deposit the Mizas into a temporary box to be dealt with later. Standing back up, she turned to look at the squire as he invited her for dinner. It was somewhat unexpected, if not suspicious. Hadyn wasn't terribly fond of joining men for dining. It felt too much like courting. But her stomach was annoyingly empty and he had offered to pay. An eyebrow piqued, however, at his comment regarding the Stallion. There were a handful of less-than-stable women in this city, though most of them packed the dark corners of the Spinning Coin. The blacksmith couldn't imagine to whom the squire might refer but chose not to speak of it. She offered a wry grin when he mentioned she'd have to change. "Yes, I s'ppose I would," she answered, glancing down at her rough apparel. "Can't imagine I'd get more than a stone's throw away from the Swan before bein' booted out, dressed as I am." She surveyed him for a moment, considering turning the offer down simply to avoid changing. But the last moment, the woman nodded. "Alright, then. I can meet y'there in a bell." Hadyn moved past him and the weapon, preparing to close the smithy for the night. She'd surprised herself by agreeing but there was no harm in taking the fellow up. Pausing, she glanced over her shoulder at the boy. "Don't get your expectations up, though," she warned quietly. "I'm starvin' an' you're offerin'. Nothin' more, cha?"

[Kisetukai]

"The knights can mind their own damn business!" He said playfully with a chuckle, shuffling past her while pridefully holding his new scythe with both hands. "Nah I'm just playing, yes we do have our own smith, but who I choose to by my weapons from is my own personal information. Even if I decided to buy this weapon from Ravok I would... Lord Dyres forgive me that was an awful joke. Please..." He cleared his throat, trying to move on, although he was a little angry with himself. "Besides... We can just call this beauty a collectable. You know there's a lot of things I have wanted in life... And they always seem end up in my grasp... Especially because I have big hands ya know?" He said with a chuckle, that last sentence having a ton of coding.

Since he was playing and was on a charming role he decided to keep it going. "Hadyn... I want you to change your clothes but don't come in too much... Hell you can come in nothing at all if you so very please..." His last words ending with a small wink. "And yes a bell gives me plenty of time, make no mistake this is not a date... It's just a nice little way for me to show my new friend how much I appreciate this beauty." He began walking out the door, but stopped to say one final thing. "Hadyn, please remember that your a pretty little thing and as such... Please don't wear your hair in a bun. I absolutely hate that shyke." He walked out, his scythe still being carried gently he was to go straight to the White Swan. 

Once Hadyn got there, she would see him sitting at a table far in the back, a corner table one would say. Relaxing and his head resting in his left palm, his elbow propping up the weight on the table, his right gloved hand playing around with the candle. It was a white tablecloth with a red candle, apparently for some romantic mood. This disgusted him so he slid it to the right edge, (his right) and began to play around with the flickering flame by crushing it with index and thumb. Going straight to the restaurant he would be plenty bored. Occasionally mouthing words to a female across the room, exchanging winks and smiles. He had been here before. 

The rich, stuck up, and better than everyone else type... His favorite.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn was out of the door chimes after Kisetukai, locking the smithy behind her. Shoving her hands into the confines of her jacket she made her way home, considering his parting words. Part of her wanted to keep her hair up just to irk him, but she'd have to take a brush to it if she expected to be allowed admittance into the Swan. Truthfully she'd only been there a handful of times, enough to count on one hand. She made it home and took her time. Shedding her work clothes and taking a wet rag to her skin, Hadyn tried to get as much dust and sweat from her body as was possible. Satisfied that she didn't look like she'd rolled in a pig stye anymore, the woman selected one of the few dresses in her possession. The dark red fabric had been her mothers, unadorned and fairly simple compared to the fashion of the day. But Hadyn didn't care. It would suit the purpose and she wouldn't look wildly out of place. They may mistake her for a serving girl, but at least she wouldn't be frowned upon. Slipping her feet back into the sturdy boots, the woman began the task of undoing her hair. Upon pulling the leather tie from the dark tresses, she raked her fingers through the thick locks, smoothing errant strands. Satisfied, she plaited it loosely down her back. Pieces escaped eagerly to frame her jawline and neck, the rest confined in the braid. With a quick pause to glance at herself in the reflection of the wash basin, Hadyn licked her thumb and rubbed a smudge of ash she'd missed on her chin before leaving. Arriving at the White Swan with a few chimes to spare, she spotted her companion making eyes at a woman across the room. With an unbidden smirk, Hadyn joined him, ignoring the glances she received for the less than formal attire she sported. Greeting him with a nod, the brunette pushed the braid over her shoulder to her back "Perhaps you should be buyin' her supper," she commented lightly, a glance tossed to the other woman with a grin.

[Kisetukai]

K had been sitting for a bit, eyeing a cute little young lad who seemed to be with a girlfriend across from her table. She was cute, eyeing him back and giggling from his mouthed expressions. He was smiling gently, but she was smiling hard. He was just about to ask her if she wanted to... "meet and greet" Sometime but then he heard a familiar voice. The witty comment by Hadyn, forcing him to fly up and gather himself. "Ah... I uh... I thought that was my cousin. You know how it be sometime." He said nervously, smiling like the young man he was. "Anywho... It's about time you show up, I was beginning to think-" 

His voice trailed off as he noticed her simple dress, it was not so elegant but it was nice because it was on her. That body, that was something he admired, it was something he wanted... But for now it was a prize he was willing to take some other time. Could have been later that night or a couple days from now... But he knew he was going to get it. Looking up slyly, he whistled a bit, causing others to turn and look. He spoke loudly as he addressed the woman, that beautiful red shining dully. 

"Ooooh Hadyn, Kise like, I didn't know you could go the whole nine yards like that. That dress... That hair... No dirt..." He spoke loudly so that everyone could hear, as they did. "Hadyn you fine as petch! I'm pretty sure everybody wants some of that!" He said almost howl like, of course he knew she might not have liked it so he decided to move on, although it was all in good fun. "Haha I couldn't resist Hadyn, you really have outdone yourself." He signaled a waitress over, some average girl with green dress, not like Hadyn's but not so different. He gave the waitress a quick wink, smiling as he looked at her. "Honestly... I'm not hungry or thirsty... Just give me some wine whatever she gets..." He gestured to Hadyn, looking away. "Tell her what we are having Hadyn... " He handed the waitress the candle, as it was a bit much and he preferred to do it himself. He would wait for her to place the order, as he expected for her to order something like a salad with water, anything else and his head would instantly fly up.

"So Hadyn... Tell me where did you get the ideas for my beautiful baby." He said softly, holding up the new weapon he shouldn't have took, then placing it on his lap. "Give me every little detail you can... Please." He looked at her with his eyes big, waiting for an answer full of details and steps. 

[Hadyn Skellig]

The woman canted her head graciously, a slight grin on her lips as he made some excuse for staring at the girl. With a one shouldered shrug, the blacksmith made it evident that she did not mind his wandering eye. Seating herself, Hadyn merely listened with an amused expression as he made a loud exclamations regarding her attire. The attention he drew made her somewhat uncomfortable but he quieted down and apologized, giving her no cause to remark upon it. Before she could speak a girl came to gather their orders. Hadyn couldn't recall the last time she'd been waited upon. The moving of candlelight cast the angular planes of her face in soft rosy light before being removed entirely. "Wine for me," she said with a faint smile at the girl. "And since my friend here is buyin', how about you find us the rarest cut of meat y'got back there." She sent the maid of with a wink before settling into the chair, eying Kisetukai as the conversation moved to the weapon. This was a topic she was more than happy to speak of. Setting her hands on the arms of the chair, she crossed her legs and waited for him to finish before she spoke again. "Weaponsmithin' is an art," she replied offhandedly. "Each piece no matter how simple or ornate is a canvas to me. Ridiculously cliche, I know." She rolled her eyes and smiled at the notion, tilting her head slightly as she looked at the boy. "As for your weapon, I s'ppose I dreamt her up as you conveyed yourself to me. It ought to not only be functional but command attention as well. Embleshments that conform to practical use. Nothin' overly done up, but adorned enough to suit your personality." She fell quiet as the wine was placed before them. Reaching for hers, the woman took a quick glance around the place. It was truly an elegant establishment, far better than the Stallion - somewhat out of place for a woman like herself. She likely made enough Miza in a season to pay for half a plate of food here. Taking a sip of wine, the brunette returned her gaze to the squire. Swallowing and setting the glass down she surveyed him carefully. "Thank you, by the way. I don't want you t'think I'm ungrateful. Just out of place."

[Kisetukai]

K cried a bit on the inside when he heard her order. It was a beautiful order fit for someone with money, which he understood now. She possibly could be transformed to an elegant woman, but for now she was a friend who playfully spent his money. As she began explaining the weapon, it pleased him to no end. As she explained how the weapon was based off of him and his personality. He found it amusing, but in all actuality he greatly showed respect. He loved it, and the thought of such a dangerous weapon, in great taste he may add, representing his power and very essence. It was amazing.

As the wine finally came to the table he was once again shocked, the thought of her orders were nonetheless exquisite. He looked at the glass set before him, as it was an odd liquid, he decided to speak the truth cleverly as always. "You know Hadyn... I don't usually drink... But I see you do. It's interesting to say the least." He said with a chuckle, stirring the rim of the glass right his right index finger. It was cool, crisp, and surely to refresh but if he wanted to stay on the top of his game, drinking now wasn't an option. "As for the weapon. It is magnificent,  truly... It is to die for. Not just that it has beauty but I'm pretty sure with this I will put some of these weak knights in their place." Looking up at her as he moved the glass to side slyly, he gave her a confident look. "My dear Hadyn, you are a really nice girl. I think you are fine just the way you are, grateful yet sassy." Looking at his weapon on his lap once more, blowing a kiss to it.

"When I climb the ranks and become a superior knight, I will be sure to spread your name and knack for smithing. For now though I expect you to be there for me, to fix or repair my weapon whenever. Not at my beckoning and call like a slave... Unless you want to be my -" He laughed to himself a bit, stopping that sentence before it finished. "So if you can tell me... What is my personality and appearance like?" He began to wonder about what type of meat she actually had ordered...

"Also... I want you to be comfortable. Your a beautiful woman, with a very... Nice body. Trust me, you fit in." Giving her time to react to his charm. He smiled softy as he reached across the table and threw a soft jab to her right shoulder. "So... How long ya been a drinker? How does it make you feel?... Good? I'm sorry it's just I'm not a drinker."

[Hadyn Skellig]

The brunette watched him coolly, picking the glass up for another polite sip. Instead of returning the beverage to the table she held it, elbow propped on of the chair's arm, the wineglass resting between her fingers like a blooming flower. Hadyn reclined against the back of the chair, tilting her chin to gaze down her nose at him as he spoke. The faintest twitch of a smile pulled one corner of her mouth when he mentioned his distaste for wine. Another more in the realm of a smirk pulled her lips when he called her a really nice girl. She was well beyond her years for being a girl and she would hardly consider herself nice. Decent, more like. A single eyebrow rose intently when he announced his expectations of her. While Kisetukai had mentioned previously he would return for her services she was not his private smith. Tilting her head, she surveyed him evenly, expression placid. No wonder the elite preferred this establishment over the Stallion. With a glass of wine in her hand and the finely wrought chair she felt much like a throned queen. The White Swan certainly catered to an aura of aristocracy and indulgence. She was ready to remark on his query but he gave her no chance, speaking once more, this time about her appearance. Another ghostly smile passed across her lips as she tipped her head ever so slightly. "I enjoy the burn," she replied at length, her voice low and lush with the effects of the wine. "I admit this," she tilted the glass his way, "is not my drink of choice. Ale or whiskey, but I imagine they don't sell such things 'ere." Hadyn smiled and took another sip. She was somewhat endeared by his attempt to charm her. He had skill with words but he had a lot to learn. Brown eyes watched him from the rim of the glass, lowered as she swallowed. His behavior was indicative of inexperience and she was admittedly amused by it. But true to her nature she had no intention of leading the boy on. Setting the glass on the table, the woman settled her hand on one thigh, smoothing the incarnadine fabric of the dress and licking her lips before speaking. "To be honest, I'm somewhat curious. You invite me here agreein' to the stipulation that we are merely companions. Yet," she paused with a simpering grin, "you flirt shamelessly. What exactly are your intentions?"