CLANG!
CLANG!
Sizzzzzzle!
Those were the sounds coming from the basement as Kizuna the young lalafell stood anxiously by the door. It wasn't quite as loud outside and muffled by the objects in the way but she could still hear them. She took out a small piece of parchment, confirming what was written here.
This was it. She hadn't gotten lost. This was her brother's home. Kage's home. The lalafell knocked raptly on the door, and shouted, "KAGE! OPEN THE DOOR!"
A minute later the sounds of heavy boots meeting wooden floors on stone foundation met her order. The door swung open with a "Yes! Yes! I'm coming!"
Kizuna blinked at the sight of the one who opened the door. Her brother. She blinked and then squeaked as she covered her eyes with a hand yelling, "BROTHER! Cover yourself!"
Kage, the miqo'te who answered the door and Kizuna's brother blinked as well. He took a smith's glove off to wipe the sweat off his forehead and from his shoulders. The apron blocked some of his body from the molten metal but it did not help him with the heat. It made for a sweaty miqo'te. He shook his head, letting out a long sigh as he countered, "Kizuna. I'm trying to work on smithing here. it's the best attire there is when it comes to blacksmithing."
Kizuna stepped inside, still hiding her brother's image from her eyes. She muttered, "That's why all you wear are gloves, goggles, gloves, pants and boots? Oh an apron."
"Aprons are the best for the job while still giving me the utility I need, Kizuna."
The female lalafell glared at the male miqo'te. She suddenly sighed, shaking her head.
"So why smithing? You didn't do well at metal working with silver and gold at home Kage."
The miqo'te finished re-adjusting his apparel as he put the glove back on as he walked down the stairs to the basement. He stopped, picking up a tool or two.
"...I wanted to be helpful to my fellows.. give me a craft I can work with on my own hands."
He paused before grinning, "Not to mention snub mother and father."
Kizuna rolled her eyes, stopping at the cramped conditions. "Brother... it is very crowded in here."
Kage nodded, striking hot metal with a hammer. "Yes, I think we need to move the others into housing that won't break anyone's business. It definitely wouldn't do to have their personal beings in here.
Kizuna shook her head, sighing.
CLANG!
Sizzzzzzle!
Those were the sounds coming from the basement as Kizuna the young lalafell stood anxiously by the door. It wasn't quite as loud outside and muffled by the objects in the way but she could still hear them. She took out a small piece of parchment, confirming what was written here.
This was it. She hadn't gotten lost. This was her brother's home. Kage's home. The lalafell knocked raptly on the door, and shouted, "KAGE! OPEN THE DOOR!"
A minute later the sounds of heavy boots meeting wooden floors on stone foundation met her order. The door swung open with a "Yes! Yes! I'm coming!"
Kizuna blinked at the sight of the one who opened the door. Her brother. She blinked and then squeaked as she covered her eyes with a hand yelling, "BROTHER! Cover yourself!"
Kage, the miqo'te who answered the door and Kizuna's brother blinked as well. He took a smith's glove off to wipe the sweat off his forehead and from his shoulders. The apron blocked some of his body from the molten metal but it did not help him with the heat. It made for a sweaty miqo'te. He shook his head, letting out a long sigh as he countered, "Kizuna. I'm trying to work on smithing here. it's the best attire there is when it comes to blacksmithing."
Kizuna stepped inside, still hiding her brother's image from her eyes. She muttered, "That's why all you wear are gloves, goggles, gloves, pants and boots? Oh an apron."
"Aprons are the best for the job while still giving me the utility I need, Kizuna."
The female lalafell glared at the male miqo'te. She suddenly sighed, shaking her head.
"So why smithing? You didn't do well at metal working with silver and gold at home Kage."
The miqo'te finished re-adjusting his apparel as he put the glove back on as he walked down the stairs to the basement. He stopped, picking up a tool or two.
"...I wanted to be helpful to my fellows.. give me a craft I can work with on my own hands."
He paused before grinning, "Not to mention snub mother and father."
Kizuna rolled her eyes, stopping at the cramped conditions. "Brother... it is very crowded in here."
Kage nodded, striking hot metal with a hammer. "Yes, I think we need to move the others into housing that won't break anyone's business. It definitely wouldn't do to have their personal beings in here.
Kizuna shook her head, sighing.
