Post by Tempest on Dec 6, 2009 18:38:11 GMT -5
She had received the summons from the blacksmith. The sword she had asked to be forged two months ago was ready. Arriving at her cabin, nestled within the forest of GoldenMyst, no one knew exactly where, she met him. Sliding from her horse, she saw him standing at the front door. The spells she cast would make it impossible for anyone to enter her home but one man.
Booted feet carried her lithe form to him. He bowed to her. He knew his place within her clan. Never looking her in the eye, he held out the sword to her. Taking it from him, she took a step back as she looked it over. It was heavier then what she was use to but then it was for a strong man. She tested the sharpness of it and slit her thumb over it. Her blood welled up and she sucked on her thumb. The blacksmith looked at her with hungry eyes as he smelled her blood. She would make him wait.
Looking over the blade the wolf's head engraved on it was exactly what she wanted. The stone in the hilt was her birthstone. A deep amethyst. She had been born on a Pagan holiday. Imbolc or Candelmas. She closed her eyes and knew it hold the magic she planned on giving it.
Slowly opening her eyes, she motioned the man to come forward. She slit her wrist and let him feed from her. Just enough to thank him for his work. She dismissed him.
Once he was gone, she stepped into her home. After an hour or so the blade was now infused with her magic. She sat at her desk and penned the note that would go with it. Carefully wrapping it, she sat there and stared at it.
Booted feet carried her lithe form to him. He bowed to her. He knew his place within her clan. Never looking her in the eye, he held out the sword to her. Taking it from him, she took a step back as she looked it over. It was heavier then what she was use to but then it was for a strong man. She tested the sharpness of it and slit her thumb over it. Her blood welled up and she sucked on her thumb. The blacksmith looked at her with hungry eyes as he smelled her blood. She would make him wait.
Looking over the blade the wolf's head engraved on it was exactly what she wanted. The stone in the hilt was her birthstone. A deep amethyst. She had been born on a Pagan holiday. Imbolc or Candelmas. She closed her eyes and knew it hold the magic she planned on giving it.
Slowly opening her eyes, she motioned the man to come forward. She slit her wrist and let him feed from her. Just enough to thank him for his work. She dismissed him.
Once he was gone, she stepped into her home. After an hour or so the blade was now infused with her magic. She sat at her desk and penned the note that would go with it. Carefully wrapping it, she sat there and stared at it.
