Ressurrecting this thread in 3… 2… 1…
The fresh air of Amdeneir made her shiver a tad. Her fur bristled a bit, or at least that's what she could feel under the brigandine armor she was wearing. She looked at her paw: a long, slender blade shone when she twirled it a bit. The hilt, encrusted with smaragds, was perfectly balanced, and the tip made of the same gem was kept perfectly sharp. She walked around the pterosur, patting the creature's strong ings softly with a smile, and walked upstairs, towards the forge. Nodding a greeting at Kethzun, her gaze locked on the mature Kore menki near the anvil, moving hot stocks around and hammering them with his hammer. His fur lacked most of the white stripes, making him look like he had a completely white fur. She leaned against the quench tank and waited, when the menki flicked an ear, smiling.
-I've got something for you. - she spoke, while twirling the dagger once again.
-Oh? - Barike turned his head, still smiling at Mishka. She placed the daggerl next to Barike. He looked at it closely, a grin growing on his lips slowly.
-Well balanced! Thank you, Mishka.
-I'm glad you like it. - he gave her another grin, still admiring the dagger. Mishka hesitated a bit before speaking again:
-Have… did you speak with Sabriel?
-Uh, no, I've not seen him - he said, scratching behind his ear -. What was it you wanted me to tell him, again?
She felt like all the steel she hammered through her whole life fell on her heart, suffocating her, and thought "Is he alright?":
-Oh… well… nothing. Just that… I am sorry. That I still miss him and that. He was a good person and I was a… not especially nice to him. - the fenki lowers her ears, looking to the ground.
-I will tell him when I see him.
-Thanks… I'll go to Ojaveda and train a bit more with Ferryd.
-Have fun! - Barike waved at her and focused on his work again.
… to be continued
