1st of Fall
513 AV
15th Bell
Hadyn Skellig paused in her labors to inspect her work, the emerald shine of the enameled hilt glinting in the firelight as she tilted the dagger to observe the smoothness. Though the actual smithing of weapons was her life's passion the woman enjoyed the creativity and challenge of decorating commissioned pieces, particularly when the patron had a certain aesthetic in mind. The gladius before her was a long term project, the weapon itself forged in early summer to the customer's liking. Once he was satisfied Hadyn began the process of adorning the piece, enameling the hilt with a flat cloisonné of greens, blues and golds, per his wishes. It was nearly complete.
The lapidary tools lay in a neat row at her station, each item returned to its place when she completed its use. Small bowls of hued glass powder lined the back of her table, the red, orange and purple untouched. The woman's hands were tinted from her use of the powder, though the rag near her arm was equally sullied. It had taken her a bell and a half to come this far and she likely had another to go before the weapon was complete. She still had to add the gold enamel.
Brushing a strand of hair from her eyes with a shrugged shoulder the weaponsmith sat back on the stool to further examine the hilt. The colors flowed smoothly and there were no abnormally convex surfaces that required sanding. The weapon was ceremonial, as most enamel could not withstand consistent wear and tear. The emerald serpent wound its way down the hilt, terminating at the base of the blade, colorless eyes sockets awaiting gold inlay.
Hadyn took great pride in these sorts of commissions. The challenge and artistry required kept her mind engaged and she delighted in the finished product. A majority of these techniques she owed to Eanos, owner of Sultros Blades. It was his tutelage and guidance that allowed the woman to work in the smithy, not only creating weapons but ornamenting them too. It was something most folk didn't consider when they thought of a weaponsmith but it was an absolute pleasure of the job.
Setting the gladius down the brown eyed woman glanced at the three previous weapons she'd completed earlier that morning. A sword with silver embossed foliage snaking along the crossguard, a tulware with gold and silver enameling as well as copper encrusting and a sing kama etched with animals. Once the gladius was finished she was on to her hardest piece yet, an iron fan requiring fretting, a technique she wasn't particularly skilled in.
Eanos would likely be here. She knew this an opted to work all day, hoping to catch him. They'd been like ships passing in the night recently, her late bells in the shop and his intensive work keeping them from conversing beyond salutations. But she was in need of his counsel. And, more importantly, his support. Already her pregnancy was showing though she could hide it with looser garments outside the forge. But here she was required to keep clothes formfitting to avoid mishaps and burns. With a sigh the woman picked the short sword up, ready to resume the task.
513 AV
15th Bell
Hadyn Skellig paused in her labors to inspect her work, the emerald shine of the enameled hilt glinting in the firelight as she tilted the dagger to observe the smoothness. Though the actual smithing of weapons was her life's passion the woman enjoyed the creativity and challenge of decorating commissioned pieces, particularly when the patron had a certain aesthetic in mind. The gladius before her was a long term project, the weapon itself forged in early summer to the customer's liking. Once he was satisfied Hadyn began the process of adorning the piece, enameling the hilt with a flat cloisonné of greens, blues and golds, per his wishes. It was nearly complete.
The lapidary tools lay in a neat row at her station, each item returned to its place when she completed its use. Small bowls of hued glass powder lined the back of her table, the red, orange and purple untouched. The woman's hands were tinted from her use of the powder, though the rag near her arm was equally sullied. It had taken her a bell and a half to come this far and she likely had another to go before the weapon was complete. She still had to add the gold enamel.
Brushing a strand of hair from her eyes with a shrugged shoulder the weaponsmith sat back on the stool to further examine the hilt. The colors flowed smoothly and there were no abnormally convex surfaces that required sanding. The weapon was ceremonial, as most enamel could not withstand consistent wear and tear. The emerald serpent wound its way down the hilt, terminating at the base of the blade, colorless eyes sockets awaiting gold inlay.
Hadyn took great pride in these sorts of commissions. The challenge and artistry required kept her mind engaged and she delighted in the finished product. A majority of these techniques she owed to Eanos, owner of Sultros Blades. It was his tutelage and guidance that allowed the woman to work in the smithy, not only creating weapons but ornamenting them too. It was something most folk didn't consider when they thought of a weaponsmith but it was an absolute pleasure of the job.
Setting the gladius down the brown eyed woman glanced at the three previous weapons she'd completed earlier that morning. A sword with silver embossed foliage snaking along the crossguard, a tulware with gold and silver enameling as well as copper encrusting and a sing kama etched with animals. Once the gladius was finished she was on to her hardest piece yet, an iron fan requiring fretting, a technique she wasn't particularly skilled in.
Eanos would likely be here. She knew this an opted to work all day, hoping to catch him. They'd been like ships passing in the night recently, her late bells in the shop and his intensive work keeping them from conversing beyond salutations. But she was in need of his counsel. And, more importantly, his support. Already her pregnancy was showing though she could hide it with looser garments outside the forge. But here she was required to keep clothes formfitting to avoid mishaps and burns. With a sigh the woman picked the short sword up, ready to resume the task.
