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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 20:35:16 GMT -6
It had been one of those days. The ones where you wonder if going to bed would be a better idea than even attempting anything else. After waking up late, to find out half of the things he'd done the previous day at work had fallen through, and that numerous other things had gone wrong, he couldn't have imagined anything else going wrong. Yet it had. His braces, the ones which he simultaneously hated and yet needed to walk without massive amounts of pain and the risk of falling, had broken.
So he found himself heading to the nearest blacksmith, a place called The Lunar Forge. They hadn't built his braces, but he'd heard good things from others about them. He hobbled down the street, his braces stowed in the bags he held several important items in. Bones paused every so often to lean back off his ruined knees, the bone crunching. He was slowly coming to the realization that, if he didn't get himself some sort of familiar that could act as a courier, he may have to retire. His old bones were simply too far gone for this.
By the time he reached the steps leading up into the shop, he'd broken a sweat. Bones almost audibly groaned as he saw the three steps he had to traverse. Once inside the shop, the smell of metal thick in the air, he gently called out.
"Hello?? Is anyone 'ere?" his ears swiveled, nostrils flared, hoping someone would hear him and come quickly.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Oct 12, 2016 20:57:52 GMT -6
Moonrise had been working all day in her forge, the sounds of metal on metal rang out in the workshop. From table to table, item to item, the blacksmith worked busily. She didn't have much to do in terms of commissions this day, but since the return from the Briem herd she had been inspired by the strange things she'd seen. She pumped the bellows a few times, hearing the comforting flare of the fire growing in strength as a small smile grew on the dark mare's face.
Then a voice was heard, and Moonrise set her tools down and turned toward the door. "Coming!" Opening the top door on the dutch door she had for her workshop. A moment passed as she registered her visitor's identity before her eyes widened. "Oh, Bones! Come in come in!" She said, opening the door completely to let the older stallion in. She quickly trotted out of the front room, half workshop half sort of storefront, and headed into the back. A few minutes later and she came back in carrying a few of her more plush cushions, arranging them neatly on one of the benches for him to sit on.
"Please, make yourself comfortable." She said, raising her goggles onto her forehead as she sat herself down next to the offered seat.
"What can I help you with?" She asked, folding one leg over the other to listen patiently.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 21:27:47 GMT -6
"Ah! Thank yeh very much!" He groaned as he all but fell into the cushions she provided. Bones was breathing a bit heavy as he pulled his bags off and opened them. He pulled his braces out for her to see. He looked flustered and frustrated, his forelock mussed and rumpled across his forehead.
"Trus' you're 'avin' a good day yeah?" he asked with a bit of a lopsided smile, his yellowed, worn teeth flashing, a line forming between his grey brows. Always in such a chipper mood.
"Ah broke th' damn things. Looks tae be an easy fix teh me bu' i'm no black smith. Whaddyeh think?" he asked, his accent thick. He looked a bit sheepish that he'd broken the leather and metal contraptions.
Bones was a well respected member of the Aodhian Nobility, and though he looked more like a beaten up old slave, he certainly had the good breeding of Nobility. Everyone knew you could come to him with anything, be it advice, or something needed done or looked at, he knew who to talk to for you. Eternally kind and gentle, the old fellow was known as a big bony softie. Nonetheless, he was looking very worn out these days, clearly stressed out. The scars all down his front limbs spoke volumes about how important those braces were for him and his mobility, he'd likely have to stay here while she fixed them.
"Don't have anywhere else to be fer t'day, so I c'n just stay til they're done, if that works fer yeh?" he asked. "An' if there's any upgrades yeh c'n think of, I c'n afford it no prollem" he nodded definitively.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Oct 13, 2016 8:25:24 GMT -6
"It's no problem." Moonrise said with a nod, before picking up one of the broken bracers and examining it.
"A little quiet, but it's been a nice day, my trip to Briem gave me several ideas to try out here in Valore." The blacksmith smiled, her tail flicking as her gaze went back to the broken equipment. It seemed that the bracers had simply worn out, the metal on the joints had grown somewhat thin, but the leather was still in good condition. Her eyes were drawn to the fur cushioning the larger parts that held them to his leg. Her head nodded as she thought, setting the bracers down gently as she got up and wandered over to the workbench she had next to the stone forge.
"It's not your fault Bones, bracers, like anything made from metal, eventually breaks. The metal near the joints wore out, just means you were using them often." The mare looked over her shoulder at the elderly adviser with a smile as she picked up a piece of paper and some charcoal. She sat back down where she had been before and began sketching the bracers in detail, so she would have a diagram of what they would look like when not broken. At his question, she looked up and nodded her head. "As long as you can stand the noise, you're welcome to make yourself at home."
She stood up and took the bracers once she was done with the sketch, over to the workbench. "I'll see if I can't make these a little more comfortable to wear for you then." She said with a nod, setting them down and beginning to take out her tools. Pulling out a couple incandescent steel ingots and sticking them in the forge, pumping the bellows a little to heat them up to begin the process.
"Asahla told me about the christening, you must have your hooves full at the palace huh? How's Lilith?" She asked, remembering when her bridle-making friend told her of the other adviser's.... questionable method of showing proof, and it's damage to the foal's mother.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 12:56:49 GMT -6
"hah, noise I c'n 'andle, i'll just stay" Bones said with a bit of a nod. He folded his battered front limbs under his chest and made himself comfortable as he watched her go about her business. He was enamored, he had no idea how blacksmiths took an ingot of metal and turned into something useful. The only he'd ever been genuinely good at was talking and words. He appreciated her making them more comfortable. He figured they could only be SO comfortable, but the more comfy the better he supposed. His ears perked at the mention of Lilith, and by extension, Ingrid.
"Well, ah think she'll be okay, Lilith that is. Rosie got to 'er purty quick, so if she does scar, it'll only be a li'l bit. Ingrid's fine, least she seems t'be. Th' palace is as busy as ever. Startin' ta think ah'm gettin' too old fer this shit y'know? Too much excitement, can't keep mah damn eyes open. Feels like everythin's goin' to shit, Ember's lost her damn mind, settin' a foal on fire... s'madness" he grumped, quieting as he talked. Bones paused.
"M'sorry, didn't mean to complain." he said, shaking his head. Bones did look tired, moreso than usual, with bags under his eyes, mane rumpled and frazzled. He sighed and leaned back, falling quiet with a yawn.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 15, 2016 10:01:31 GMT -6
The mare's head nodded along to the advisor's words, sending a sympathetic smile as he apologized.
"It's okay Bones. Everyone needs to vent sometimes, I'd imagine you don't find many people in the palace you can do that with. At least, many who wouldn't use it for some political bureaucratic bullshit or something."
There was a moment of silence as she pulled some materials out of nearby crates and worked on replacing the broken pieces of the leg bracers. The forge was filled again with the sound of metal striking metal as the pieces bent back into shape or into shape for the first time.
"I don't blame you for feeling that way about Ember. Honestly, I don't see the point of setting the young lady on fire. She's just a foal, she couldn't even speak when the presentation happened. Even if she's a kirin and wouldn't be harmed by fire, there's no way she would know that. I wouldn't be surprised if she has a fear of fire for the rest of her life from that incident." she ended her little speech with a huff, flicking her tail sharply while her hooves and blue telekinesis worked on the bench in front of her.
With a final bang of a hammer she put her tools down and inspected her work, holding it up, rotating it around, examining it with a critical eye. Seemingly satisfied, she set the bracers down and trotted over to a crate labeled "padding" and pulled out a few generously sized scraps of some thick looking quilted fabric before trotting back to the repaired mobility gear.
"Does you have sensitive skin bones? Or any fabric that tends to irritate when rubbing?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 18:27:35 GMT -6
Bones blew out a breath. He mentally agreed with everything she said, one ear flipped forward to listen to her.
"yeah, yeah ah know what ye mean. It was even worse in person, seein a li'l one just go up in flames like that. Don' think that's somethin' ill ever be f'rgettin, nots long as I live" he said with a shudder that ran through his old bones. The memory flashed behind his eyelids, and yes, it was certainly something the old fellow would never forget. He was just thankful Ingrid was okay.
"no. no ah'm not sensitive, not with me skin at least. Jus' somethin durable but soft should do" he replied after a moment of thought. "Thanks again fer doin' this. Ah don' know who else i'd have gone to!" Bones said good naturedly, with a crooked grin that showed off his battered teeth.
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