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vatheon2012-10-01 07:48 pm
ex_wolfbrother668) wrote in vatheon2012-10-01 07:48 pm
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Who: Perrin and anyone!
Where: the forge at the Winespring
When: Afternoon/Evening
Style: I'll match.
Status: Open!
They've settled in here, made the best of a strange situation, but Perrin still feels out of sorts with himself. Maybe it's that feeling of leaving so many things at home undone, of not knowing even if his efforts in the wolf dream had been successful. Maybe it's feeling incomplete himself, with Faile not here beside him. He misses her. She'd probably know what to do here.
But Perrin is a blacksmith, and the best way he's found to feel even a little at rights with himself is to work the forge. That's what the latter portion of the day finds him doing, on into the evening. The familiar weight of the hammer in his hand, the steady pounding of metal against metal, the heat of the fire.
Any who come to investigate won't find him making weapons like one might expect. Instead he's mostly forging tools, either things they could use around the Winespring or which could be sold to the locals. It's not difficult work, but it's absorbing, and comforting.
Where: the forge at the Winespring
When: Afternoon/Evening
Style: I'll match.
Status: Open!
They've settled in here, made the best of a strange situation, but Perrin still feels out of sorts with himself. Maybe it's that feeling of leaving so many things at home undone, of not knowing even if his efforts in the wolf dream had been successful. Maybe it's feeling incomplete himself, with Faile not here beside him. He misses her. She'd probably know what to do here.
But Perrin is a blacksmith, and the best way he's found to feel even a little at rights with himself is to work the forge. That's what the latter portion of the day finds him doing, on into the evening. The familiar weight of the hammer in his hand, the steady pounding of metal against metal, the heat of the fire.
Any who come to investigate won't find him making weapons like one might expect. Instead he's mostly forging tools, either things they could use around the Winespring or which could be sold to the locals. It's not difficult work, but it's absorbing, and comforting.