Pops the table cherry! 400 words exacto
A shower of sparks flew into the air every time the hammer swung down onto the piece of iron forcing it into a shape of his choosing. There was no finesse no soft gentle touch, no it was the grunt of a strong stroke yet again as the behemoth swung down with his hammer to force the stubborn steel into submission. Again and again until the edges of the steel cooled then the hammer would be set aside as the tongs grabbed once again to place the steel back into the forge he had made. Swift strokes at the handmade bellows ensured that the temperature would rise hot enough to again soften the steel so it could be worked once more. The task at hand? A small dagger was being made not for himself but for one called Nayru, the progress had just started and as of yet the iron had not much shape to it. But soon the Blue eyed monster would have a weapon crafted for her growing body. One she could wield as she pleased.
The repetition continued until finally he was making progress, finishing another round of hammering Saluce’s icy hues felt the sting of eyes on him. Maybe it was Nayru finding her way into his shop again… ready for another lesson perhaps, or maybe someone else. But he finished his task before setting the hammer and tongs down to look over at the door in a passing glance to see if his suspicions where true. And there she was, standing in the door way. Saluc’es eyes looked almost questioningly at the Dark furred women as if seeing an old friend or honored enemy. For a moment as his form straightened out to its full almost 8 foot frame the wolf stayed silent, mind searching for words to let flow forth. Normally such a problem wasn’t one he had to worry with.
“Boujour Madam” his words broke the silence. They were easy enough, a greeting would have to do for now it seemed. He could sense the same spirit in her that lived in him, and although he knew nothing of her he felt as if he had known her for years. “It has been what? A couple of months now?” he scratched his chin in thought, that day wasn’t quite vivid in his head but he couldn’t forget her scent or face.
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