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Post by Daenary's Shar on May 31, 2010 23:38:05 GMT
8Under the hood Daenarys gaze remained on Wren's hands. Watching as he worked rather than him. If her ploy was to draw his attention she seemed to be finding the work being done more fascinating or perhaps it was for another reason.*
*She kept out of his personal space to allow him to move freely to fix his hand her gaze only leaving him briefly to look about the small forge a moment examining it closely as she made a silent inventory of what it had, what it would need soon and what was required now that was obvious to her eyes.*
*She remained silent now as the Forge Master went about cleaning up the rest of the room and preparing his tools for the following day.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 8, 2010 21:40:15 GMT
With care, Wren placed the warmed implement on the anvil beside him.
Moment of truth...
He thought of flexing his fingers, of willing non-existant muscles to move and contort. Instantly the sculpted silver twitched, bent and curled, tightening into a fist, then a steady flat surface, and finally a shadow puppet shape on the wall in the candlelight which history would come to know as the "frisky grue".
Wren nodded, satisfied. Of course, the test would come with a totally instinctive action, one requiring little to no premeditated thought at all...
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Post by Daenary's Shar on Jun 8, 2010 21:47:30 GMT
*As Wren appeared to be finished Daenarys took a few steps back away from him. She watched his face and hand alternatively seeing if any signs of pain or discomfort flickered across his face from the movements of his hand.*
Everything suitable for you?
*She requested as she lifted one hand up in a short dismissive wave towards his hand and the tools he used.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 8, 2010 22:02:30 GMT
Wren blinked. For a second his brow furrowed, unsure of something he thought he had just seen. Then his expression was neutral once again.
"Seems to be in order... slight resistance in the thumb and forefinger, but I could never get those two working perfectly."
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Post by Daenary's Shar on Jun 8, 2010 22:13:27 GMT
Well with your business done Squire I am sure you can now find your way back where you came from.
*The woman moved towards the forge doors though does not open them. Turning to look at him as she awaits him to move towards the doors to leave.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 8, 2010 22:21:15 GMT
"By all means. Don't let me keep you from your business any further, I'm sure you have much work to be getting on with."
A small chink of metal denoted several coins being deposited on the anvil after Wren had secreted away those of the tools he used that were of his own. Standing, he strode with a newfound sense of self-confidence about him, as though he was now whole once again.
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Post by Daenary's Shar on Jun 8, 2010 22:24:55 GMT
*She kept her emotions under tight though barely held control as she watched Wren seemingly "swagger" through her forge. Her teeth grinding slightly as she held back the urge to bring this commoner to his knees and make him suffer for ignoring her rules. Perhaps starting with that newly fixed hand of his....then a smile touched her lips. A idea coming to mind as she fought the urge to slam the doors closed. *
Indeed I do. Should you need to come again....choose a wiser time of day.
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 8, 2010 22:30:29 GMT
"Should I come again, I would hope to see you considerably more capable at your craft. You will be no good to anyone otherwise, regardless of the hour your skills are needed."
Unable to resist a thin smirk, Wren approached the door, making to leave.
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Post by Daenary's Shar on Jun 8, 2010 22:35:25 GMT
*Her mouth opened and rapidly shut a very sharp sounding snap as teeth met teeth at the comment thrown at her. One hand held onto the door as the other slipped to the back of it. Held on small hooks were a couple more sentimental or decorative tools rather than practical ones though could still cause some damage.*
*She fought the urge to throw the first thing her fingers moved over. Her head tilting slightly to the side as she kept her tongue despite the words that screamed through her mind. Though the thoughts of what tomorrow would bring calmed her enough to only lift the tool up and feel it's comforting weight.*
I am sure when we meet again that I shall be more than capable at my ...craft.
Evening Squire.
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 8, 2010 22:41:00 GMT
"Good evening to you, young lady. Sir," Wren nodded at the both of them. Final words delivered, Wren stepped out into the night sky, where he involuntarily shivered in the chill of the winter air.
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Post by Daenary's Shar on Jun 8, 2010 22:47:41 GMT
*For reasons known only to ehr she felt some satisfaction at seeing him shiver slightly in the cold air. The forge doors would slam shut behind him only just missing catching him on the back side.*
*She turns to the Forge Master before placing the tool back.*
Let me know what you need and how much of as soon as you can. It is quite urgent for this to be done as quickly as possible.
*She states quietly as she moves into the forge then turns and moves up stairs.*
*Nodding her head slightly in thanks for his aid Daenarys places a handful of coins down on a window sil as she approaches it. She looks out the window observing how quickly Wren moves and in what direction.*
I shall leave you once he is clear from sight.
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 9, 2010 21:34:32 GMT
He looked down at his hand, forged anew and under his mastery once again. No longer did he feel useless, a burden to be carried by others with no means of defending himself. As far as he was concerned, the forest's legions of beasts, monsters and predators could be damned in the fires of perdition - he was the most dangerous of them all. An Assassin. A true creature of the night, who understood just what a perfect weapon the darkness could be... Some days, it is SO awesome being me, Wren decided. He set off back towards the palace, the notion that this mental process would in no way come back to haunt him later steadfastly refusing to cross his mind.
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Post by Daenary's Shar on Jun 9, 2010 21:56:09 GMT
*Daenary's watched as Wren disappeared from sight. With the continuing swagger of before. She shook ehr head slightly from side to side as she. She would bring that ego down. It certainly needed to be deflated.* *Opening the window she slipped onto the ledge then down landing in the snow with ease.* *She does not turn to say good bye to the Forge Master but makes her way quickly to the lodge.* *Her movements agile as she took the short cuts through the trees. She had plans for tomorrow and would need to capture as much sleep as possible before the sun rose.* *The lodge rose in the distance as she made her way there. Finding her room with ease she climbed up to her room and slipped over the ledge. The room chilled she closed the window until only one inch was open then drew the curtains.* *Stripping and washing quickly in the dim light she then made ready for bed. In a high necked , long sleeved and long nightie that came down to just above her feet. She checked her room before settling down to sleep. She felt no concern for Leytan's comrade. Should he get lost and die in the cold it was his own fault for leaving the safety of her lodge and ignoring her rules. Even better what little conscience she had would feel no guilt for the mans stupidity.* *Though perhaps her enjoyment of her ideas would not be fulfilled...alas not everything could be fun.* [ModNote: Continued back in Family Gatherings.]
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