A Quiet Life II 
Ash 5th, 124th Year, A.o.S.
A robust smell of fire and char filled his nostrils now that Tailen had drawn closer to the smithy, as it was obvious Ilakai was largely engrossed in his work when sharp pangs filled the air. It was the heavy clash of a fallen hammer against heated metal, the work of a true art being forged by fire and iron. A craft and a trade Tailen could truly appreciate even if he'd never be good at it himself, for a smith could provide much to the world around him, so long as he had the tools and materials necessary to make everything.
Upon approaching the door to the forge Priscilla drew closer to her two older siblings, sticking between them as Byron shepherded her along to follow Tailen, who was now opening the wooden structure to allow entry into the premises. When he'd gripped the iron handle though and pulled the door ajar, a wave of heat barreled out and assailed the three of them, filling Tailen's nostrils with a stronger dose of fire and ash from the burning coals of the smelter within. The loud bangs of the hammer they could hear stalled in turn, as the trio entered the forge to find Ilakai toiling away with his work.
Huge mighty wings furled themselves against the back of the Synnekar found hammering out the head of a shovel, as he guided the clamps he held to place the piece into the trough of water upon noticing the arrival of his guests.
Upon approaching the door to the forge Priscilla drew closer to her two older siblings, sticking between them as Byron shepherded her along to follow Tailen, who was now opening the wooden structure to allow entry into the premises. When he'd gripped the iron handle though and pulled the door ajar, a wave of heat barreled out and assailed the three of them, filling Tailen's nostrils with a stronger dose of fire and ash from the burning coals of the smelter within. The loud bangs of the hammer they could hear stalled in turn, as the trio entered the forge to find Ilakai toiling away with his work.
Huge mighty wings furled themselves against the back of the Synnekar found hammering out the head of a shovel, as he guided the clamps he held to place the piece into the trough of water upon noticing the arrival of his guests.
"We'll go together."