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 Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2024 6:36 pm
While Hjordis felt the most comfortable in the forge during the colder, winter months it was a different story during the summer. Zena didn't get as warm as other countries but it still warmed up quite a bit under the heat of the summer sun and so she found herself sweating as she continued working on crafting iron pieces for the Ild'vann. The prentice had her hair tied up in a knot at the base of her neck, her leather gloves and apron only adding to the heat as she kept it on over her lighter tunic and leggings. Her normal furs had been shed, but still it was just so stifling in here today. "Spirits." She shook her head as she moved another hot piece with tongs, dipping it into the bucket of water where steam immediately erupted. "I'm jealous." If only she could dive into water right now, that would be amazing. But for now she had projects to finish, the apprentice working with her uncle to try to make as many tools as possible for the Ild'vann to prepare for the upcoming autumn. It would start earlier in Zena since the cold seeped in quickly as soon as summer left, the harvest season starting within a few weeks rather than a couple of months like other countries. And so she continued to work, not noticing the approach of a fellow member of the Ild'vann as she kept at it.
[Hjordis 1]
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2024 7:54 am
"You want me to pick up things at the forge?" Ziya looked over at his mentor, the elderly Ild'vann who was helping him with raising chiavi and raptrix for their hunters. "I can do that." He promised, giving a small wave before heading away from the stables and the fields that the villagers had set up in the meadows behind their homes. Even roati roamed there now, some villagers taking in the creatures to raise since they could do that here unlike before. Ziya had been to the harsher areas behind the northern mountains a couple of times in his life, some of the Ild'vann making the journey to the ruins of their old village to remember the lost and their ancestors, and he still couldn't quite fathom how anyone had survived there for so long. No wonder their mother could be quite intense when it came to survival, that much he realized now. Still, he was just thankful that he could help take care of the animals in the village now by learning how to raise and help heal any injured ones.
Not that it saved him from errands, of course. So here he was going towards the forge, Ziya peeking his head into the busy space where even the air felt heavy with heat. "Hello? Hjordis?" He called out, the hybrid looking for the girl he knew apprenticed here.
[Ziya 1]
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