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She was far from home having spontaneously gone along on a soul seeking journey. The past untraveled beneath her feet had indeed done her world of good. She found herself in only remote but quiet Saudi mini town. It was peaceful despite its strangeness. She thought their culture fascinating. There were many icing and icing wind hybrids as well as wind, thrive people. She paused, catching the scent of fire and hot metal. A blacksmith was nearby. She smiled and followed her nose like a radical would. Sure enough dissent emerged from the great colts of an old fashioned forge an elder today when blacksmith with bright blue eyes worked the coals. His movement spoke of long practice but the shaking pointed to age. Nevertheless, his work had a beautiful ornate knotting method to the style used in it beautiful and functional. He noticed her watching his eyes were those seemingly of a much younger man. Come closer than girl I see the spark of aptitude in you Yes, I do. Come now come now. He moved in showed her how to work the bellows. I could use a strong student if you would be willing to learn. They will need a blacksmith here for a while after retire could sell you the practice for the cost of helping me to retirement is all I've seen. Much. Now is the time to enjoy my family and what is left at my vitality. She pondered it, why not? He would be a decent teacher and he certainly didn't seem to care all that much about her hybrid status. She could at least give it a go. If it didn't work out. She could get another sister to teach her about it later. But he was sure she wanted to be a Smith and play with fire all day. Her thoughts came faster and faster until she had to take a breath and let it out slowly. The rest of the world fading to black as she reads centered around her own root chakra and again worked solidly in the present here now. She noticed that they were at a kind of crossroads. Similarities and differences were obvious differences in stage of career age, gender race and cultures. However, the most important ones were the similarities. They were both Smith's they were on the same vibration and they were willing to learn from each other. Okay then, alright, except it was rare for someone to be able to pick her so easily and quickly. And she was too much of a bleeding heart to refuse an old man that and she really did want to learn what she could from him gentle soul that he seemed to be despite the sheer number of weapons stacked about them leading off into all directions. All a work of art it was droolworthy I will start coming right away. She wrote down the list of supplies she would need and to have slash be given slash take care of. He listed out her chores and her gradual introduction to the arts. This he gradually slowed down enough to retire and hand over the practice. with grace and dignity. It seemed like a simple enough arrangement. He found some long term lodging and started the learning and preliminary work right away under his excellent tutelage the next day. She took to the forge work like a fish to water and she liked to lose herself in the sacred flames and the sacred cold and honor Asia with her care and work that would be put into protecting her other daughters and countless other families. There was no greater honor than honoring her mothers in this way she would do her best to make all three of them proud using the gifts we had been given, including her fancy hybrid status. This too was a gift if a drawing one some days where it gave her perspective on many other things. Things that would not be easy for a non hybrid to see in the day to day life. Unless they were perhaps exceptionally empathic. One never could tell there were many great magical and quirky talents out there lurking undiscovered behind someone eyes. Until like now something clicks on her life began to make sense to her. Obviously she belonged in this mythical place of ash dust fire Ember cherry, hot metal and creation. It was such a powerful form of creation that it reminded her kind of how Aisha must have used her magic to create herself and the other spectacular hybrids born to the great tree over the years. More proof that the real meaning to life was love and creation.
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