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This was not the first request for a pick up she had seen from Isidoros, but it was the first from the blacksmith-or at least this particular one. Raeras liked to think she was fairly decent at names, and this one didn't ring a bell. She opened her messenger bag and placed the paper inside with the rest of her letters to be delivered and pick up requests. The young fairy had a routine, she visited each village once a week except for Cyris- she visited them every other week. Today was Isidoros' turn and she was getting ready to head out the door. Talon made a squawking sound as she did- however she ignored it. That bird knew full well he was still in trouble from the little forest incident so he would be keeping Snowflake company today.
Raeras closed the cabin door and took a deep breath, smiling to herself. It was a beautiful day out, not too cold and not too hot, she didn't even need to summon a light breeze. She adjusted her dress, light green today and not just because she was going to a village that was near the earth castle, and then headed off. She would make her other deliveries and pick ups first, saving the new person for last just in case. It was kind of odd, Raeras thought as she glided along, how quiet it seemed traveling by herself. Talon had been accompanying her for so long- but it was his own fault that he wasn't here today.
The village of Isidoros was a nice place, and the greenery surrounding it brought many avian creatures. Raeras made her rounds, starting at one end of the town-farthest from the new place- and worked her way down, easily flitting in and out of the various establishments as she went along. After all, there were very few that she stopped to have long chats with- most of them were simply 'hi, how are you, pleasure doing business, have a good day'. Finally, Raeras stopped in front of the blacksmith's shop. She had an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach, suddenly feeling nervous.
It's just a blacksmith, you won't be anywhere near the flames. Get a hold of yourself. Raeras chided before taking a deep breath and stepping inside. "Hello?" She called out softly as she was hit with the immediate heat that enveloped the inside of the shop. Her eyes adjusted slowly and she took a couple steps inside, the nervous feeling was increasing and she tried to calm herself again. Raeras didn't know why she was so terrified of fire. She had never had a terrible experience with it, it was just like instinct told her to run the other way when she came across it. Oh well, it didn't matter, she was just here to pick up a package.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 23:06:45 GMT
leave at too much to guess and the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest lexin frowned as he wrote off what seemed to be his twelfth attempt at making the particular piece. it wasn’t like it was a difficult design by any means, but he simply couldn’t get it right. honestly, such a small and supposedly painless piece shouldn't have been giving him as much trouble as it was. then again, creating pieces in sets was always more difficult than creating just one. when he created multiple copies of the same design, lex always felt inclined to make them as uniform as possible. that, and the customer had requested a rather intricate design that he absolutely refused to botch. he had a name to uphold, albeit his own, but what real difference does it make? self taught or apprenticed, a name was a name and lex rather liked to keep it in good favor.
the smith looked at the piece with an air of discontempt. he had intended to create an intricate blackware piece that would have served the purpose as a lantern hook that one might nail into the side of their house. of course, it didn't really end up looking much like it was supposed to. instead it appeared to be a rather long, deformed spoon of sorts with the neck split into a spiral array of rather decorative and incorrectly shaped aesthetic decorations. the air, supercharged with lexin's frustration, fumed - steaming air rushing away from him in all directions - and the fire in the forge flared for a moment before dying back down to a manageable temperature.
there was a whole bin rather full of discarded attempts at the lantern hook that he would need to melt down later into usable material. blackware was far too valuable to waste, most metals were. at least he wasn't working with steel. exhaling sharply through his nostrils, lex adjusted the goggles on his face before gripping the failed piece tightly in both hands. willing is so, the metal burned a bright red hot before becoming pliable enough for him to reshape and reform.
lexin had no real awareness of what time it was, though he knew he was running far behind schedule. he was supposed to be shipping this set off today, and if he wasn't mistaken, the messenger should arrive soon. lex placed the fire heated metal on his anvil and reached for his hammer. his smithy was rather classical looking - though to really go anywhere as a blacksmith one had to embrace the dark age mentality. the whole system was set up a ways behind the counter so customers could sit and watch their items be made right before their eyes but not so close as to be intrusive. his forge, the behemoth, sat in the farthest corner of the room with his anvil several feet away from it and a bucket of chilled water by that. he had a back room filled with scrapped projects and excess materials, but those were hidden from view.
as he struck down on the malleable metal with his hammer, lexin didn't hear the door open nor the voice that followed. it wasn't until he sensed the presence of another close to him that he actually looked up. though his trained hands didn't really get the signal. his hammer hand struck down with force, just barely clipping the thumb of his other. more shocked than actually in pain, lex dropped his hammed and it clattered to rest against the anvil rather loudly. leaving it where it fell and his half formed blackware to cool against the anvil, the smith lifted his goggles away from his hos eyes and let them rest on his hairline.
he looked up at the newcomer, who based on the bag was the messenger he had sent for, and found himself feeling rather sheepish. he was covered head to toe in soot and was pretty sure that he had a rather shocking goggle line from where they had protected that part of his face from the debris. he wore a loose, sleeveless shirt as sleeve just got in the way during work and loose pants to boot. charming. tagged: raeras • words: 688 • notes: uwahh long post xD |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 23:26:29 GMT
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As the hammer met the anvil, Raeras jumped. Already being on edge she was more attuned to everything. The noise (most prevalent was the fire in the forge crackling), the smell of ashes and metal, and she could swear she might've tasted ash too...but it was just as easily plausible that her mind was playing tricks on her. Her eyes finally focused on the man responsible and obviously the black smith. Raeras summing a small breeze that drifted by her, beads of sweat were already beginning to form. Managing a smile, Raeras took a few steps closer to the counter.
He certainly was a sight to behold, and it looked like she had caught him right in the middle of working on something. Raeras hoped that she wasn't too early, she did like to made a good first impression by arriving right on time. "Are you Mr. Faust?" Her voice was a little louder now, though much to her dismay there was a slight waver as well, betraying her nerves. He wasn't an Earth elemental. Raeras didn't know how she knew, but she knew. Even the few closer steps sent her heart racing. Get a grip woman! She silently shouted to herself.
A gut feeling told her that this man was possibly a fire elemental. Her body always reacted negatively when she was near one. Still, twice a month she subjected herself to fire elementals to collect their packages and letters as well as deliver ones to them. Many of them were actually kind of nice. Even so, no matter how many years she had been going there and no matter how much she attempted to mentally prepare herself, her body still reacted as if she was in some life or death situation. This man wasn't an obvious danger, at least not right now and besides this was a place of business and there was a whole counter between them. In the back of her mind though, she wished that Talon was here, just to have something familiar. "I'm not too early, am I?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 0:10:00 GMT
leave at too much to guess and the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest lexin nodded as she addressed him though his brows knit together curiously. he hadn't missed the slight waver in her voice nor the way she seemed to be highly uncomfortable. damn, did he look that bad? sure, being a blacksmith wasn't the most glorious, or cleanly, of occupations but a man's got to make a living. but no, what lex saw behind the messenger's eyes what not revulsion but rather whole hearted fear - not that he was very sure as to what would have set her so on edge in the first place.
the smith wiped his hands off onto his pants and, while not really making much of a difference, did serve to remove some of the grime coating them. being immune to the heat, lex didn't need to wear gloves as most of his profession did. while it was convenient for mobility's sake, it would have been nice to have been wearing a nice pair of heavy gloves when he struck his hand with the hammer earlier. lexin made brief eye contact with the woman as she spoke again.
holy hell, she actually expected a vocal response.
well of course she did. it wasn't common knowledge that he couldn't actually answer her and he'd imagine that the nice scars on his throat were currently obstructed from view by all of the soot on him. lex shook his end in response to her concern. she wasn't early, he was just running a little late was all. he parted his mouth as if to say something, but lacking capability and words to say his jaw just hung sort of askew - mouth just slightly open.
remembering he had a few paper forms he could use to write on, lexin ducked under the counter and rummaged around the shelves looking for something, anything, that he could write on if only to clear up the confusion in the air. finding some old order forms he popped back up form behind the counter and waved the messenger over.
though the white paper was slightly yellowed from age and now covered in splotches of soot and other grime from his hands, it would still serve it's purpose. pulling out a fine writing utensil, lexin wrote quickly but diligently onto the paper, "yes, i'm lexin faust, you can call me lex if you'd like" he was used to this kind of communication as limited as it was. over the years he had learned to write rather quickly so that the flow of conversation what not so disrupted as it had once been, "you're not early at all, i'm just a little behind on schedule. i just have one piece left if you wouldn't mind waiting?"
he really hated to inconvenience her if she had somewhere to be - which was silly, she was a messenger, of course she had places to be - but he didn't want to neglect to properly fulfill the needs of his client either. usually, he would have just taken the pieces himself, but this particular client lived out in the opposite direction of many of his usual destinations and couldn't afford to take such a large detour. this had been the first time in quite awhile that lexin had called upon the assistance of a messenger and now he remembered why he had primarily stopped using their services. it was too damn complicated. tagged: raeras • words: 564 • notes: aha, this could end up a variety of ways :3 |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 1:15:27 GMT
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Raeras watched him just a tad warily, he didn't speak which she didn't know what to make of that, but she supposed the nodding was enough though her eyes stayed on him as he began moving about, almost as if he had remembered something. Suddenly she was glad she had saved Mr. Faust for last. It meant that she wasn't in a rush to get anywhere. After she was done with him she was done for the day, only delivering things to people that were on her way home and picking up some things from the market in Nephele for dinner. Though her eyes stayed on him, she allowed her mind to go somewhere else, to think of other things. This seemed to calm her down somewhat, though the butterflies in her stomach remained.
Her head tilted slightly as he pulled out the paper and something to write with. Could he not speak? He would not be the first mute person Raeras had come across, but they were very few and far between. She moved closer to the counter, doing her best to ignore it as the sick feeling grew stronger. She peered at the paper and then looked up to him, managing a smile. "I have no problem with waiting." She assured him. "I saved you for last, so I'm in no rush." Raeras adjusted her messenger bag and then just lifted it off, setting it over on one side of the bench that was near by. She didn't know how long it would be after all.
"What are you making?" She asked, though she didn't want to keep him from his work, she was curious. Today, under the circumstances, Raeras told herself she would try not to ask too many questions unless they had yes or no answers. She liked to talk, enjoyed talking, and part of her was certain that the only way she was going to be able to stay calm was to talk. Another small breeze drifted by her. It really was hot in here and she felt like she was drenched in sweat, but one glance down at her clothing told her that she wasn't-yet. This won't be so bad...it's only waiting...and he's going to be busy working...and the fire is far away... Raeras told herself but then quickly changed the thinking pattern, not wanting her heart to start racing again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 9:38:35 GMT
leave at too much to guess and the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest lex nodded in relief when she seemed perfectly up to the idea of waiting and he was glad that it would in no way inconvenience her. he could only imagine how difficult the job of the messenger was for how little their job was actually considered of being valuable. if she had needed to leave, lexin would have let her. he would have just had to make a rather painful detour in his own travels. well, now he wouldn't, the smith mused rather happily, and the messenger looked like she was relaxing a bit which was also good.
turning away from her, lex took his hammer in hand and glanced at the partially formed mass of blackware on his anvil. lightly tapping it a few times to detach it from the surface of the anvil where it had fused he was rather pleased when it came off and bore no damage marks. he looked over his shoulder when he heard the messenger speak again. setting his hammer down and walking back over to the counter, he grabbed one of the finished lantern hooks off of his table on the way and set it down on the counter for her inspection.
with the unfinished piece sitting next to it, one could see how much work lexin still had to do on it, but in reality it shouldn't take too long. well, it wouldn't as long as he didn't have the urge to remake it... again. in all honesty, he was actually very proud of the set - which was part of the reason that making the last piece of it was so difficult. it was a set of four, very elegant, blackware lantern hooks. the neck was elongated and warped to curve up before down and then hooked so that it served its purpose. held sideways it almost looked like an 's' with the top several times longer than the bottom which was slightly clipped. at the top of the hook, the neck was hammered slightly flat so as to retain enough thickness to not compromise it's stability yet make it wide enough for the design work at the same time. there were elegant carvings of swirling patterns within the metal that were plated with a lighter, glossier metal that stood in high contrast against the rough, darkened blackware.
lex smiled, admiring his own work and glanced back up at the messenger to see if he could discern anything form her expression. in truth, he had been slightly surprised that she had asked him to show her. most people weren't interested in seeing anything of his unless they were buying and very little of that actually happened in his shop. every once in awhile he would get a few people in that just wanted to watch him work - hence the reason there were a couple benches at the front, near the door. though she was keeping him from finishing the last piece at the moment, lexin figured that since she had prompted the interaction, it wasn't that big of a deal. it was her time that he was eating into, but he was more than happy to entertain her if she so wished. tagged: raeras • words: 533 • notes: lex is so happy to show her his beauties |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 11:45:03 GMT
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As he came closer again, this time with the two metal hooks in hand Raeras was pleased with herself that the nerves, though they were still present, did not increase again. Maybe part of it was just because of the heat too and the light breeze she was summoning over her now and again helped that a bit. She looked down at the hooks and smiled, lightly touching the finished one as she looked over what it was supposed to look like. "It's beautiful." She looked back up at him. Raeras was glad that he didn't seem annoyed with her pulling him away from the anvil. The unfinished hook looked like it certainly still needed some work but, for him Raeras was fairly sure it wouldn't take all that long. Well maybe doing the design, but she didn't mind waiting. If it got too uncomfortable she would go outside.
Even through her body's fear of fire Raeras knew in her mind that it wasn't as if fire elementals had a choice right? The majority of them just inherited it like everyone else. "The person receiving these is very lucky." She offered him one more smile before moving back over to the bench. The hard part now was just sticking to the yes or no questions so she could let him keep working. Raeras let her eyes wander around the shop for a moment. There really wasn't much there. Most of it was behind the scenes, behind the counter and probably in the back room that she had noticed an entryway to. Raeras didn't know how anyone stood working in a smithy so she had to give them credit.
Raeras wasn't used to silence, she was always moving to different places and people so she was constantly talking. She could talk now if she wanted, but it would be like talking to a wall. No, that sounded bad, Lex would respond to her but it would keep preventing him from finishing his piece and she was sure he didn't want to be here all night long. "Have you worked here long?" There a good yes or no question that would suffice with a shake of the head. If he was annoyed with her talking Raeras was sure he would make it known.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 22:14:06 GMT
leave at too much to guess and the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest he couldn't help the smile that blossomed onto his face as he watched her reaction to his works. it was almost refreshing. not very often did people come in and simply admire his work. sure, she was here for another reason, but it always felt good when peopled admired his work. blacksmithing was a profession that was usually passed down from mentor to pupil. lexin had no mentor. smithing was something he taught himself for no other reason than lack of purpose. needless to say he was enjoying it and had gotten quite good over the years.
lex set the finished hook over with the other pieces in its set as he listened to the messenger speak. nodding in response the smith turned back toward her. in truth, the years had begun to run together. when you have the ability to live indefinitely, there came a point when counting years started to seem pointless and so one stopped. lexin wasn't very sure exactly how long he had been working in the humble shop, but it had definitely been a number of years since he had moved in.
he was glad that she was asking him questions. compared to when she had first walked in, the messenger seemed to have calmed down greatly. lex was glad. he felt bad asking her to wait but if she had been uncomfortable being there he would have felt quite a bit worse. absentmindedly, he mused that he didn't even know what her name was. maybe that was commonplace for a messenger - here, there, come, go - and names really weren't that big of a deal in that kind of occupation. however, the smith found himself curious.
quickly scrawling down words on some of the cleaner areas of the same paper he had used earlier, lex slid it to the edge of the counter so she could read it, "tell me a bit about yourself while i heat the forge." in all honesty, lexin didn't mind talking. he liked listening to people speak and found throughout his travels that many people had some interesting things to say as well. and if she was cool with a bit of one-sided conversation, then he was more than happy to oblige.
as he listened, lex grabbed the unfinished hook off of the counter and walked over to the anvil where it set it down before stalking over to the forge. the way he heated his forge was, at least in his opinion, much more efficient than most had the capabilities for. his forge burned with a life of its own, able to sustain itself quite well even when he wasn't around. lexin assumed that over the years of him heating it through his bond with his element, some kind of elemental residue had developed over time within the forge. for the past couple years or so, he had been able to feel a sort of presence from his forge. it changed temperature naturally with the swing of his emotions without his prompting. sometimes after leaving the forge to cool for the night, lex would find it burning white hot in the morning. it was almost like some sort of fire sprite had possessed his forge and refused to leave - not that the smith particularly minded. there was an element of almost silly companionship that he had built with the forge, and it's elemental mood swings made heating the forge up for working that much easier.
lex patted the brick of the forge, 'time to get going again, buddy, you've had your break.' the forge sputtered, several coals popping, before it slowly rose to a flaming heat. the coals burned bright orange within the intensity, and the smith found himself smiling. 'that's my boy.' tagged: raeras • words: 627 • notes: lex can do conversations, he likes conversations :3 |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 1:56:02 GMT
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Raeras saw him nod, and was trying to think of some more questions to ask when he slid the paper on the the counter. She moved to read it and looked up at him for a moment. He wanted to know about her? Well that was better than him not wanting her to talk at all right? Leaving her only to her thoughts of current doom and gloom and all the bad things that could happen in this building and with that forge. "I'm really not sure how much there is to tell." She mused as she leaned against the counter lightly. Talking really did do wonders to occupy the mind.
"I don't know who my real parents are, I was raised by an elf and her daughter who were both earth elementals."Raeras began, it was always best to start from the beginning right? "I still haven't met anyone like me, well I mean in the sense that they're the same as me...the same kind of fairy. I'm a Vila, an air fairy." She explained. Vila was the term the seer had used, whether that was the correct name or not she didn't know. "I didn't even find help harnessing my powers until I was thirty." Raeras wouldn't go in to much detail about that. It wasn't something that she wanted to reminisce about.
Raeras found herself growing a little more confident as she continued to talk, telling him about her first messenger job and how she had gotten so turned around and lost that she was afraid her first job would have been her last. She even told him about Snowflake, who had been a gift from one of her long time customers, and discovering Talon. "What about you Lex?" Though there was no rush for him to answer. "Did you grow up here in Isidoros?" When she had gotten close the second time, to see the hooks he was working on, she thought she had seen some parts on his neck that looked just a little higher than others. Like...maybe scars? Though they were well hidden under the soot, whatever they were. Still, Raeras didn't want to bring them up. She knew that some people were very touchy about things like that and didn't want to step on any toes by accident.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 2:29:01 GMT
leave at too much to guess and the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest the smith listened to raeras speak with genuine interest as he busied around the anvil, heating a few of his more intricate tools to start on the design work so that he wouldn't drown out her voice with his hammering. lex enjoyed the enthusiasm with which she spoke. he found that it was very difficult to get people to talk to him without wanting to talk about him. people always wanted to know everything about him. how he learned the art of smithing, how he got his scars, why he can't speak. not that lexin particularly minded in telling people most of those things, but it was entirely refreshing to listen to someone else talk about themselves for a change. the smith found himself looked occasionally up at raeras whenever she said something particularly interesting.
so she was a vila. that explained her initial skittishness. lex vividly remembered an old beastiology lesson he had received when he was younger. caprice, his mentor and acting tutor, had only briefly brushed on the topic of fairies and all of their relatives and counterparts. lexin remembered something about the vila being afraid of fire for some reason, but he didn't entirely remember what that reason was or why. knowing that, he was all the more grateful that she had found it in herself to calm down. lex knew that most fears were not chosen things, but inherent reactions that one might not have control over.
the smith looked up when she mentioned her pets. something in her voice changed when she started speaking of them and it brought a small smile to his face. raeras' own face seemed to light up with life he hadn't yet seen in her. there was no doubt in his mind that she loved them with all of her being. it was good to have things like that. it was the reason that lex himself picked up smithing - originally as a hobby, just something to do because he had nothing else. what it had evolved into hadn't been a part of the equation, but he wasn't complaining.
by the time she had switched topics from herself to him, lex had pretty much finished the last hook. all he needed to do was inlay the silver metal into the engravings and it would be good to go. when she inquired upon him, the smith took a moment to set the pot of silver in the forge so it would melt down before finding a towel to wipe his hands off on and walking back over to the counter. he flipped the scrap paper over before remembering that there were already printed words on the other page. grabbing another sheet of loose paper, lexin began to write.
"i did not grow up in isidoros, though i have lived here for quite awhile now. i was actually raised by my clan - you see i'm a vampire" lex tapped his slightly elongated canine fangs with the nail of his index finger for emphasis before continuing, "i lived with them for awhile before i left, not under the best of circumstances. got these before i was able to get away," lexin motioned to the scars on his neck. he knew that raeras had seen them. he had noticed her eyes linger on his neck for far too long to be anything but. not that he had any contempt for the fact. actually, he had been glad that she hadn't inquired upon them. "you wouldn't believe how many people notice them and not me." or maybe she would. "i'm not bitter about it, it's been a long time and holding grudges is far too much effort." time to get off of that subject, "i picked up smithing when i moved here. this lot was vacant and there was already a forge and anvil here so i just... started making things." lexin smiled, enjoying the simple conversation. raeras didn't seem to mind the pacing either. that was the hardest thing about trying to communicate with others - the slowness of his responses frustrated them quickly - but not the messenger. she seemed to enjoy just talking as much as he did.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 22:18:51 GMT
ޢޢޢޢ Not many people cared to learn about the life of a messenger. No one had ever really asked her to just talk about herself. It was kind of nice being able to just talk about everything. As she spoke, Raeras realized that she hadn't really told anyone her whole story, or even really thought about it. Then again, she wasn't telling Lex her whole story either, but it was fairly close. Her fears were placed on the back burner as her mind was forced to focus on other things. Her life was fairly simple and hardly, in her opinion, very exciting. Sure, she got to travel all over and that was fun, but the closest thing to an exciting time she'd had was meeting Luca and most people wouldn't even consider that exciting. Though, Raeras thought him showing off his forms was.
Her eyes followed him as he worked and she talked, though not warily like before. Now it was more with a mild interest. It was kind of nice to know that he was actually listening too. That he hadn't just told her to talk about herself to keep her occupied. He really wanted to know, and that was something Raeras hadn't expected. She leaned against the counter lightly as he came closer. She didn't mind that he had to write everything out. If he couldn't talk he couldn't talk, right? She peered down at the paper as he wrote, glancing up when he motioned. The fangs were kind of neat, but the scars looked painful. Raeras couldn't even being to imagine what it must have felt like.
"Unfortunately, most people are more interested in the how and what and when, rather than the who." She smiled slightly. "It's a good thing that you were able to get away." She was certain if he hadn't he probably wouldn't even be standing here right now. Raeras had met vampires before, but she got a bad feeling from most of them so she didn't linger and she always made sure Talon was with her. You could never be sure with vampires, but Lexin seemed okay and after the initial instinctive terror, he really wasn't all that scary. "That's rather convenient, that it was already here. I wonder if I knew the former resident."
Raeras shrugged a little and ran a hand through her hair lightly. "What's your favorite piece you've made?" She asked, though as she did she moved over to her messenger bag. She always kept extra paper in there because you never knew when someone wanted to send a reply back and didn't have anything handy. She took a couple sheets and went back over to him, laying them down so he could use them if need be.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2013 2:16:09 GMT
leave at too much to guess and the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest lexin would have been lying if he said that raeras' wholehearted acceptance didn't surprise him in the slightest. he was grateful that she didn't inquire any further as well. then again, he supposed that he shouldn't be all that surprised. already, in the little time that he knew her, the messenger had already proved to be a bigger person than most of the people the smith dealt with day to day. she didn't seem to judge him at all. most people, despite the petty words they threw at him, always thought badly of him for something. if not his lack of voice, than his vampirism. if not that, than his demeanor. not that lex was particularly bitter about it. it was easy to pick on the guy that couldn't argue. however, it was very refreshing to be able to have a decent conversation with someone and not feel their contempt behind the curtains.
when she moved away from him, he couldn't help but to feel a little disappointed. though the feeling was rectified as she spoke once again. the smith couldn't help the shit eating grin that blossomed onto his face at her question. lex held up his finger to her to signal that he'd return in a moment as he disappeared into the back room. in truth, lexin had several personal favorites though a few of them were currently sitting in the homes of the people he had sold them to so he couldn't show those to raeras.
though his official occupation was 'blacksmith' he worked on the side as a simple artisan crafting various things out of he metals he worked with on a daily basis. smithing always came first over crafting, but lex was quite diligent in experimenting with different things when he wasn't busy on a commission. and, interestingly enough, over the years he had been commissioned several times for his crafted work over his smithing. he had to admit that he enjoyed it more, and a lot of the time, the pieces that he made on the side were far more interesting than the ones he made for other people.
walking into the back of the storage room where he kept all of the pieces he didn't sell or set out on display he picked up one that was covered with a cloth to protect it from the dust. however, not before he bumped into the shelf sending a cascading rain of dust on top of him. lexin sneezed voicelessly and purposely glared at the shelf before moving to exit the room. on his way out, he grabbed one of the decorative broadswords he made on occasion and walked back out into the main room where he greeted raeras with a smile.
he set the cloth covered piece down on the counter but first directed her attention to the sword. it was a nice piece, originally commissioned but the customer walked out on the deal before he could seal it. the handle as well as the scabbard were highly decorated with intricate metal carvings and designs, however, it was the actual blade that lexin particularly liked about this one. he gingerly unsheathed part of it, not so that the blade was free of the sheath but enough so that she could see the blade itself. standing out in contrast from the polished, silver metal of the blade were fine engravings in a swirled design. the blade itself wasn't sharpened to its full potential - it had, after all, been ordered for decoration not practical use. besides, using the blade would ruin the delicate design work he had spent so long on. tagged: raeras • words: 606 • notes: for some reason, it's really easy for me to talk about smithing (that's why these posts are so long) xD
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 1:58:31 GMT
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Raeras liked to believe that she was, when it came right down to it, an understanding person. She tried not to judge people too much right from the start - though sometimes that just couldn't be helped. It was nice learning more about Lexin, but she knew when not to pry. He may not have been bitter about it anymore, but she could only imagine something like that would still be a sensitive topic. As he grinned when she asked about his favorite work, she couldn't help but smile back. His passion and excitement for his area of expertise was somewhat infectious.
She leaned over the counter a bit, watching him disappear in to the backroom and trying to get a bit of a look inside, though if she leaned forward anymore her feet would lift off the ground-so she gave up. Though she did here him bump against something, it couldn't have been serious since there was no loud crash. Raeras adjusted herself back to standing up properly as he reappeared and tilted her head. Her eyes went to the cloth-covered object first and then to the sword he motioned to. Of course her mind was on the mystery object for a few extra seconds before she really focused on the sword. It truly was a beautiful piece of work, obviously for display, but something anyone who loved swords should be proud to hang on their walls. Heck, Raeras wasn't even a fan of weapons and she could easily picture it hanging on the wall by her fireplace. "It's absolutely breathtaking. It must have taken you ages to finish." Well, probably not ages, but it sure looked like it had.
Her fingers ever so lightly touched the dulled blade, tracing one of the swirls. Raeras looked back up at Lexin and smiled again. "Did you make this for yourself, or did someone want it made?" She asked, looking back down to the blade as her hand went back to her side. Then her eyes wandered over to the mystery object again. What could it be? It wasn't big enough to be another sword, just much she could guess. Or at least that's what we thought. Raeras didn't have much a knowledge of weapons and how they were made and the different types that they came in.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 13:39:46 GMT
leave at too much to guess and the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest lex nodded in response to her exasperation. the piece had, actually, taken him about a month to complete. sword making was a tricky skill that took lexin quite a while to figure out on his own. the metal of the blade was very easily made brittle, and if one spent too long trying to perfect its shape, it would likely brake. brittle blades worked as decorations, but not really for use. stronger blades required different metal alloys and very different stages of heating and flash cooling to get it sharp but not compromise its integrity. needless to say, decorations were easier to make - and less expensive too. the smith turned to scrawl on the paper to answer her question,
"the piece had originally been ordered from me from an elven noble in letho," lex paused trying to remember the details, "he dropped the request when i was already half way done with it - and i wasn't going to leave such a blade half made." in truth, it had been quite awhile ago. absentmindedly, lexin brushed some of the dust off of the scabbard. he could probably hang this blade up. maybe someone would come along and purchase it. he had a few other works like that, too. he could easily spruce up the shop a bit. snapping the sheath onto the blade, the smith set it to the side and turned toward his covered masterpiece.
he gave raeras one sidelong glace before pulling the cloth off. it revealed a long, intricate sculpture of a dragon. the base was about six by thirty-six inches - give or take - and the whole thing was plated in copper allowing it to rust into a beautiful green. the dragon itself was quite magnificent, if he could say so himself. it had been inspired by one of the creatures he had learned in those mythology lessons so many years ago. lex had remembered a specific tale of an eastern dragon - elegant as a serpent but gentle as a broken stallion, or so the book had said.
the dragon had the long body of a serpent, but its face was calm, gentle. it held an almost regal pose on its stand. long whiskers came from its slightly canine nose flowing behind it in the nonexistent breeze. it had short legs in comparison to its body and feet like the talons of an eagle. the abdomen arched upward in between the front legs and rear. the dragon had large, canine-like ears and a like of intricate fur that traveled down the top of its back all the way to its tail.
the sculpture had taken months to make. each of the scales on the dragon had been separately made before being welded in. the whiskers had taken forever. he had made several sets - breaking most of them and scrapping the rest - before he finally made the perfect two that were on the sculpture now. the rest had been engraving work. there were several areas where he messed up and had to melt some extra metal back into the crevasses before being able to start again. the copper plating had been a nightmare. it took forever to find a bin that was big enough for him to dip the sculpture in but strong enough to hold molten metal. not to mention that the piece was far too big to hold with any kind of tong or other such device, so lex had to actually use his hands. while he didn't feel the heat at all, he had to hold his hands in his forge for quite awhile to get the copper to melt back off.
this piece was easily lexin's favorite. not just because of the result but also because of how hard it was and the partially ridiculous hoops he had to jump through to get it done. it had also been the first time he had ever tried his metal sculpture on such a large scale and he hadn't made a piece like it since. it was, truly, one of a kind. in truth, the piece wasn't yet done. the final product would be a fully rusted, copper dragon so that it held an element of beautiful age to it. it hadn't yet completed that stage yet. there were still areas where the metallic copper peeked out, but it was going in the right direction. tagged: raeras • words: 735 • notes: ahah, that's good xD
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 1:18:22 GMT
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Raeras had to wonder why anyone would commission a piece and then go back on it, unless money was an issue...but did nobles ever really lack money? Raeras hadn't the slightest but if she had to guess- her answer would have to be 'no'. Perhaps he just decided something like this wasn't his taste in the end? She shook her head a bit, she wasn't going to dwell on the matter. "I wouldn't have left it half made either." Raeras agreed, looking at the blade again as he sheathed it and then followed his hands to the covered object. This was what she really wanted to see. Anything hidden had to be rather amazing right?
When the cover was lifted, Raeras once more found herself speechless. It was a dragon, exquisitely made and absolutely gorgeous. This must have easily taken him much longer than the sword had. It was made with such care and attention to detail. She reached out and lightly touched this as well. This was something that should be shown off! Something placed right in the window for everyone to see. Surely he would get people flocking to see his other creations. "This is amazing Lexin." Raeras finally spoke up, smiling again. "Truly a one of a kind work of art." Coming from anyone else it may have sounded like they were trying to butter him up for something. However, Raeras only spoke what she meant, and even though her nerves had mostly subsided by this point, she didn't think she would be seeing Lexin around any time soon after this.
"Was this something you just made on your own?" She asked, though she figured that it might be. After all, Raeras didn't think that many blacksmiths were commissioned to do anything other than weapons and shields except on some rare occasions perhaps.
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