Leave A Trace
Frost 8th, 121st Year
There were few places Rickter would literally go just to enjoy the smell, mostly because the aromas there weren't a favorite or just grew tiring overtime. But never here. As the wolf looked among the tools of the first lower level within the shop, he couldn't help but admire the amount of work and effort that Talon would put into his craft. Someday, the wolf wanted to be able to make nice things for the prince too, as well as the rest of those who had grown affectionate in his heart. Though he hardly had a crafting bone in his entire body, having mostly relied on trade skills such as fishing and mercenary work more than anything.
None of that mattered though, because while he didn't have an entirely artistic talent to his name, the prince of the Shokoze himself was one who clearly had a knack for it. Besides, this was one of those favorite places Rickter did like to come to. Mainly because when Talon was here the entire forge reacted to his presence, and as soon as the runeforger started up the forge, the smell that Rickter always waited for would never fail to tease his nostrils. Rainwater. Dense rain clouds smelled as if they filled the entire room, overpowering even smell of burning coals, and the raw potency of aether felt humming within the room.
"Telion's worried about Ishin," the wolf admitted for the sake of small talk, "thinks he'll harder on me than Tarshenna." He remarked with a credible lift of his eyebrows in amusement, having already explained to Talon the meeting with the Arbitraer, as well as what very little he understood of the Echo. "Though, I just think she's worried that duty and training will take away time from the family." Not that he wasn't entirely upset by the whole idea, given, Rickter's poor nose often stung from the times the twins had soiled their linens.
Regardless, even with the capacity to enjoy and appreciate how slow things had fallen in his life recently, Rickter's eyes moved from the tools he curiously looked over, and to the silver-winged Synnekar with a warm, sentimental feeling inside. He watched the man working on his latest project and paid closer attention, seeing Talon observing the artifact with his own eyes as the air around him tingled. The wolf could trace a lace of the prince's personal aether then, the scent thickly strong compared to what the forge itself emitted.
"You never use these," he then pointed to the pair of goggles that laid on the table, "is that because you use Semblance to do it instead?" Rickter looked curiously to the man and then down at the aura glasses, curious to see what sort of effect he'd witness if he were to put them on.
Frost 8th, 121st Year
There were few places Rickter would literally go just to enjoy the smell, mostly because the aromas there weren't a favorite or just grew tiring overtime. But never here. As the wolf looked among the tools of the first lower level within the shop, he couldn't help but admire the amount of work and effort that Talon would put into his craft. Someday, the wolf wanted to be able to make nice things for the prince too, as well as the rest of those who had grown affectionate in his heart. Though he hardly had a crafting bone in his entire body, having mostly relied on trade skills such as fishing and mercenary work more than anything.
None of that mattered though, because while he didn't have an entirely artistic talent to his name, the prince of the Shokoze himself was one who clearly had a knack for it. Besides, this was one of those favorite places Rickter did like to come to. Mainly because when Talon was here the entire forge reacted to his presence, and as soon as the runeforger started up the forge, the smell that Rickter always waited for would never fail to tease his nostrils. Rainwater. Dense rain clouds smelled as if they filled the entire room, overpowering even smell of burning coals, and the raw potency of aether felt humming within the room.
"Telion's worried about Ishin," the wolf admitted for the sake of small talk, "thinks he'll harder on me than Tarshenna." He remarked with a credible lift of his eyebrows in amusement, having already explained to Talon the meeting with the Arbitraer, as well as what very little he understood of the Echo. "Though, I just think she's worried that duty and training will take away time from the family." Not that he wasn't entirely upset by the whole idea, given, Rickter's poor nose often stung from the times the twins had soiled their linens.
Regardless, even with the capacity to enjoy and appreciate how slow things had fallen in his life recently, Rickter's eyes moved from the tools he curiously looked over, and to the silver-winged Synnekar with a warm, sentimental feeling inside. He watched the man working on his latest project and paid closer attention, seeing Talon observing the artifact with his own eyes as the air around him tingled. The wolf could trace a lace of the prince's personal aether then, the scent thickly strong compared to what the forge itself emitted.
"You never use these," he then pointed to the pair of goggles that laid on the table, "is that because you use Semblance to do it instead?" Rickter looked curiously to the man and then down at the aura glasses, curious to see what sort of effect he'd witness if he were to put them on.
"Common" "Synskrit"
"Rickter"
"Rickter"