Post by Kit, The Kat on Dec 21, 2016 13:59:17 GMT -5
POV: Mikael St.Claude
Today had been rather nice. It wasnt as cold as it could be. Mikael however wouldnt even be able to tell the difference due to the heat of the forge he had been using. He had spent most of the day repairing weapons that had been damaged during training or when out on watch. On the other hand Mikey had been hunming to the beat of his hammer. It was the beat to The Misty Mountain Cold from The Hobbit. It was slow paced but every other note was followed by the clang of his hammer against the heated metal.
Mikael had been wearing his usual: the camp t-shirt and jeans covered by an apron, this was accomponied by gloves. He also wore a pair of goggles while working. It was clear he had a smile on his face. He seemed to be enjoying himself. This was most likely because he knew that these weapons had been through a lot and he was making them anew. One thing Mikael enjoyed the thought of was the stories each weapon could tell if they could talk.
Unfortunatly he was running out of work. This had been the last weapon he had gotten. He could potentially make a new weapon or a new piece of armor. This was all dependent on who would come through those doors to the armory.
Today had been rather nice. It wasnt as cold as it could be. Mikael however wouldnt even be able to tell the difference due to the heat of the forge he had been using. He had spent most of the day repairing weapons that had been damaged during training or when out on watch. On the other hand Mikey had been hunming to the beat of his hammer. It was the beat to The Misty Mountain Cold from The Hobbit. It was slow paced but every other note was followed by the clang of his hammer against the heated metal.
Mikael had been wearing his usual: the camp t-shirt and jeans covered by an apron, this was accomponied by gloves. He also wore a pair of goggles while working. It was clear he had a smile on his face. He seemed to be enjoying himself. This was most likely because he knew that these weapons had been through a lot and he was making them anew. One thing Mikael enjoyed the thought of was the stories each weapon could tell if they could talk.
Unfortunatly he was running out of work. This had been the last weapon he had gotten. He could potentially make a new weapon or a new piece of armor. This was all dependent on who would come through those doors to the armory.
