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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 8:27 am
 Every lad entered an apprenticeship. At least in Venom Vile's clan they had. Every lad began as an apprentice, and, yes, the lasses as well, and from there, they...well, they rose through the ranks. Technically, the laws dictated that no star should teach their own foal, but first off, his clan wasn't here to object. Second off, he didn't care what his clan thought. Third off, he wasn't yet friendly enough with the other smiths to give his boy an apprenticeship. Fourth off, he wasn't sure if Quarrel would ask around if Venom didn't. And fifth off, y'know what? Venom wanted to spend some time with his boy. Some bonding time with his son. Not his only son, true, but Rumpus had disappeared a long time ago. That still hurt Venom in the heart, but he had to soldier on. Amu had begun an apprenticeship with one of the other smiths on the island, but Quarrel needed some teaching.
Venom touched his son's side with his tail and gently nuzzled him awake. "Time for work, laddy," he murmured. "C'mon, you're comin' with me."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 12:55 pm
 Quarrel lifted his horned head shyly at the touch of his father's spiked tail. Blinking intense coral-pink eyes blearily, he briefly wondered which day this was, before remembering. Yes. Oh, yes. The first day of his apprenticeship with his father. Smithing. Quarrel inwardly prayed he was good enough to take on the delicate projects sooner, rather than later. After all, he much preferred pretty, elegant objects to the more utilitarian tools of the trade, which would make up many everyday projects.
Hauling himself to his cloven orange hooves, he stretched a little. "I'm up, Da." His hooves clattered across the igneous stone that formed the bones of the island the Hearth's Fire Herd occupied. He flicked his eyes toward the volcano, where the smiths worked. One of the few places hot enough for the smiths to work without some fire magic to heat the forges.
Quarrel shuddered. Better be good. He'd feel miserable if, after Amu had gone off to a different apprenticeship properly, Rumpus had disappeared, and he'd failed to step out and assert himself as a descendant of Venom Vile's ancestral clan, he was a failure as a smith's apprentice. Quarrel desperately wanted to be good.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2019 9:47 pm
Ah, the boy was so nervous...he lived up to his name, though you'd have to torture Venom with hot pokers to get him to say that out loud to anyone, and you'd have to spend a lot of time with those pokers. Quarrel needed some confidence. He needed victories, and to build himself up. If he just doubted himself and constantly compared himself to his sister, he would be constantly miserable all the time. The trick then, as both Quarrel's master and, more importantly, as his father, would be to build him up, help him be the best he could be, without tearing his sister down in the process.
Yes, that was going to be tricky, but it was a job worth doing, and doing well. Venom smiled at Quarrel and wrapped a wing around him comfortingly. "Don't worry about your first day, Quarrel. It's always a tough one, but that's okay--we'll start slow. Teach you the parts of the forge, how to get it hot, all the tools and so on." He smiled. "I was stressed out my first day as an apprentice, too." It was true. He'd begun to learn with a particularly cranky old mare who'd been totally unforgiving of his mistakes. Venom was not going to be Crystal Catastrophic. He refused to follow in that...horrible woman's footsteps--if for no other reason than Venom was a jeweler, and his first master had been a toolmaker instead. Not his style. Practical was important, obviously, but delicacy, beauty, grace...yes, that was Venom's idea of a good day at the forge.
Normally he'd take Quarrel to his own forge, but Venom's forge was a little further out. As a solara, he could light his own fires, but Quarrel was pure algiedi. He would have to rely on the heat of the volcano for his smithing.
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