The 8th Noble
The wintery peaks of Eshan was a cold place offset only by the warmth of the temple that rested in its hidden beauty. The gentle whisper on the wind echoed around the small forge, bringing with it the perfect backdrop to an otherwise dreary place. During storms like this it was easy to forget the elegance of nature, to only see the isolation of the snowflakes where one could just as easily see their liberated dance across unphased glaciers.
Beautiful or not, a storm’s still a storm, and the cold was still biting. Colette adjusted her thick coat with a shudder. The forge was still warming up, the morning had only just begun. The sun was still kissing the horizon somewhere beyond the pale wall that covered the building. Colette had brought Reina here at her student’s request. Not for Eshan specifically but for the creation of something new. She wasn’t exactly a blacksmith, but there were resources at hand and she figured it was as good of a bonding moment as any for her and her apprentice.
“It’s not much right now,” Colette began and exhaled with a shiver. “But at least we know the forge will be sweltering… At some point.”
She gave the bellows another push to fan the flames of the forge just a little further and let it simmer. For a moment her eyes wandered over to the deactivated smith-unit in the corner of the room, the forge’s immortal master of none.
Rather than hang around the fire for too long, Colette would instead approach a nearby workbench.
“Got any idea how smithing works?” she asked and motioned towards the droid. “Or are we gonna have to wake that thing up?”
Beautiful or not, a storm’s still a storm, and the cold was still biting. Colette adjusted her thick coat with a shudder. The forge was still warming up, the morning had only just begun. The sun was still kissing the horizon somewhere beyond the pale wall that covered the building. Colette had brought Reina here at her student’s request. Not for Eshan specifically but for the creation of something new. She wasn’t exactly a blacksmith, but there were resources at hand and she figured it was as good of a bonding moment as any for her and her apprentice.
“It’s not much right now,” Colette began and exhaled with a shiver. “But at least we know the forge will be sweltering… At some point.”
She gave the bellows another push to fan the flames of the forge just a little further and let it simmer. For a moment her eyes wandered over to the deactivated smith-unit in the corner of the room, the forge’s immortal master of none.
Rather than hang around the fire for too long, Colette would instead approach a nearby workbench.
“Got any idea how smithing works?” she asked and motioned towards the droid. “Or are we gonna have to wake that thing up?”