A'turius surveyed his work laid out before him in his master's forge. He was very thankful to him, he who had gone out on a limb for the amnesiac seeker and giving him this chance so that he'd not die to hunger. The man put him hard at work, just the menial tasks so far as his grip on his hammer kept slipping into a strange one.
The forgemaster had noted that the grip was that of a swordbearer and it made sense. The miqo'te had found a sword and shield in his belongings, along with the fine threads and the smithing wear. But the sword and shield, and the Twelve be... but all the berets did not give him a clue as to what or who he was. He'd had a key too, but where to? A chest? An abode?
A'turius wiped at the sweat building on his forehead as he continued to work at on making rivets for his forge master. For now, as he sometimes relapsed his grip, he wouldn't be making the bronze swords his master had on the work list. The ship A'turius had surveyed last even had needed newer, more stable rivets.
For all the niceties that the forgemaster had shown him, A'turius felt a great sense of regret. It wasn't about his lost sense of self or his failure to be unable to do more for the master. He wasn't sure what the regret was about but it was regret... and a sense of longing for... someone.
The forgemaster had noted that the grip was that of a swordbearer and it made sense. The miqo'te had found a sword and shield in his belongings, along with the fine threads and the smithing wear. But the sword and shield, and the Twelve be... but all the berets did not give him a clue as to what or who he was. He'd had a key too, but where to? A chest? An abode?
A'turius wiped at the sweat building on his forehead as he continued to work at on making rivets for his forge master. For now, as he sometimes relapsed his grip, he wouldn't be making the bronze swords his master had on the work list. The ship A'turius had surveyed last even had needed newer, more stable rivets.
For all the niceties that the forgemaster had shown him, A'turius felt a great sense of regret. It wasn't about his lost sense of self or his failure to be unable to do more for the master. He wasn't sure what the regret was about but it was regret... and a sense of longing for... someone.
