And I keep on working till the work is all done, But a voice in my head keeps ticking away... Who: Aspel & Pyr What: Pyr's first day of work... Where:The Armory When: Today! Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete!
“Bring me the sheet of mithril.” Aspel’s hand gestured towards the back storage room of the shop, that once more housed various boxes, sheets of metal, and other materials for crafting weapons, and armors by hand. It wouldn’t be an easy haul, but with Jareth having been training the boy, the smith expected that Pyr should at least be able to handle this much by this point. Especially, considering Mithril was one of the lighter metals she had in stock at any given time.
A fire spell was cast into the forge, flames bursting forth, and slamming into the pit before bursting up, and licking over the sides of brick and metal needed to contain the heat required for smithing. With arm rising, the back of her arm was used to wipe beads of sweat from her forehead before the hammer slammed back down onto the piece caught between her and the anvil below it. This piece would be as done as it could get soon, and then she’d need to start another piece while the rest of the materials were waited upon for the first. It was frustrating in some regards, but it was what it was with how Emillion seemed to be considered now-a-days.
With a glance cast over to Pyr, her eyes ticked over to the clock to check their time. “When do you need to be off to training for today?” Or at least, she assumed he had more… Knowing Jareth, he likely wasn’t taking it easy on the kid.
Having fetched the metal as instructed (a less daunting task than it would have been once upon a time), Pyr hovered uncertainly near Aspel, unsure if he was supposed to leave his load on the counter or pass it on to her directly. His gaze flicked to the clock on the wall.
“Uh, in about an hour,” he said, calculating the time it would take him to get to Shieldwyrm from the smithy. “I told Jareth I had to work today, so we’re training a bit later than usual.”
He peered curiously at the forge. It was the first time he’d actually seen any smithing work being done and, though it seemed less flashy than it did in adventure books, he still could not help his curiosity.
Shifting, the apron creaked a bit, and she reached for the sheet of metal with a glove covered hand. “There is a delivery I need made to the noble’s district.” There’s a brief pause as Aspel steps to the side, beginning to examine the sheet of mithril as if she’s looking for something specifically within it that can’t be seen with the average eye. “And a pick up from the docks.” Finally her gaze raises again to look over at him.
“Would you have time for both today?”
“I think so.” Maybe a bit tight, but he didn’t want to say no when it was his first day at work. “I’ll go by crystal if whatever you need delivered isn’t too bulky. Or I could do one now and one after my training.”
He could probably even message Jareth to start training even later—but if he told his mentor he had to run a delivery after training, he could at least be sure he wouldn’t be made to work out until he wanted nothing more than to pass out.
A low hum was earned at the question before Aspel glanced back at what she’d worked on so far. A brief frown flickered across her face before the heated metal she’d been working on - now shaped much like an axe blade - was dumped into a holding container with a water spell cast right above it, allowing the water to crash down into the holding pin, and causing steam to fill the area briefly.
“The delivery is more important than the pick up if it must be one or the other.” With the axe she was working on taken care of for now, the smith rounded the counter before pulling out several boxes of bullets. Each box marked a different color than the one before as she laid out 6 in total. “These should not pose too much trouble, no?”
Pyr had been expecting an elaborate helm, some kind of weighty armor―but he wasn’t about to complain. He walked around the counter to the corner where he’d left his bag and brought it back with him to place the ammunition boxes inside.
“Maybe I can do both before training, then. This would be okay for the crystal.” All in all, his bag did not look much different from usual, though it was stuffed with bullets instead of sweets and a change of clothes. “And I can do the pick up on my way back and drop it off here, then go to training.”
“Be careful with those.” Her voice was firm, but not upset, or angry. Heck, it probably sounded a bit concerned if anything. “Several are elementally aligned, and can not be jostled around too significantly.” And who knew what could happen if they were banging around in a bag all mixed together. Likely nothing…. But still, one could never be too careful when it came to the well being of their youth.
A beat fell, a consideration given to his words before she paused. Pulling out an old accounting ledger book, and a notebook, a series of pages was flipped through before Aspel seemed pleased, and began to jot down some words into the notebook from the ledger. Only a few seconds would pass before the notebook paper was torn out, and offered over to the boy, along with a gil purse that clearly was full by the sound it made when handled. “That should be enough to cover the cost of the pick up, and a snack.” A soft smile was offered then, business fading away briefly. “I expect you ought to be hungry when finished with running from one end of the city to the other.” And really, who wouldn’t?
Pyr’s face split into a grin. “Thanks, that’s really nice of you.” He laughed. “I’m hungry pretty much all the time, to be honest.”
He shifted the boxes carefully around inside the bag, padding them with his jacket to keep them from moving around inside the bag. It wasn’t perfect, but he figured there should be no problem if he was careful. He couldn’t help thinking, as he took the paper and gil from Aspel and placed them inside his pocket, that this job could actually be pretty fun―and monster training aside (which he could privately admit did him a lot of good) Councilor Cassul had always been kind to him.
For a brief moment, he wondered if he should bring up Peony’s concerns about Jareth’s real class to her—it doesn’t matter to him if Jareth is a Fell Knight or a Berserker or whatever, but the Councilor would maybe have advice for him. But then his gaze flickered to the clock again, and he knew he needed to be going if he intended to get both assignments before training.
“I’ll see you later, then, Councilor,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder, and turned to head out of the shop.