June Catch-All

[getting_better]

Who: Bishop + Folks
When: Iuneril (June)
Where: Aefenglom + Dorchacht
What: Quests N' Stuff
Warnings: None at the moment

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[omnicrafter]

"Ha ha... yeah, that sounds kind of like what I do," she agrees, a chipper note in her voice as she twines her fingers together. "A little of everything in a given field, I suppose."

It takes her a moment to remember which sword she's been carrying on her, but after a short pause, she replies, "Ah, no, that one was inherited, actually. But there are a number that I don't have here that I've made. There was this realm-famous blacksmith lived in my hometown for a while, and I always aspired to the level of his work... I'm still not quite as good as him, as he's got a good few decades of experience on me, but it's something to aim for."

Caladbolg, however, just always felt special and meaningful to her, which tended to be what drew her to weapons more than their make and technological value. She covers her mouth with the side of her hand thoughtfully. "My current blade used to belong to the late master of a close friend of mine. An adoptive father to him, I suppose. He taught him all he knew about the dark arts before passing away. It was only recently that his disciple decided it was better served in my hands... though I feel a little bad about it still. I always felt like it should rightfully be his... but I think he feels he doesn't deserve it yet."

Then her look turns again, sharply interested. "So, what else did you and Mira talk about?"

[getting_better]

Yet another thing that struck a chord with him. His thoughts drifted to the katana at his hip while she spoke. What is it with life and bequeathing blades that holds so much meaning, and his case, hardship and pain? Blades should just remain as blades, tools to be used to kill, maim, and generally give someone a very bad time for the being on the receiving end and only them. There's always a pang of pain whenever he drew his blade and that...that's just not fair.

He held his pain a lot better this time around. Her seeing him a bit troubled once was more than enough for one lifetime.

"Eh, not much. Just some small talk while wandering around the underground market place."

He never thought he would ever say those words in that order.

"She and I ended up in a class together when the Coven had those gardening classes. We came up with a dancing plant and I was mostly asking how that little guy was coming along."