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Autumn, Year 1

Summer had a tight grip, and as it slowly fades into Autumn, the drought continues. While the temperatures cool slightly, and the fires diminish, the scent of smoke lingers in the breeze. There are fall showers, but they are few and far between, and it is as if the earth longs for some hint of a respite. Even cooler climates feel the change, and the snow that usually begins falling hesitates. When will this end? Only time can tell what will happen, but hopefully the weather will let up soon.
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21 Years
Equine/Percheron x Tersk horse
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Summer had been an annoying time for the man with all the heat making it hard for him to use the forge without overheating himself. He had to make sure his sisters who also worked there didn’t over do it. Work was fine and all, but working oneself to death was not allowed, not when it could be helped. Mostly he would work in the cooler hours of the morning, or at night. He did have to be mindful though as even thought the family blacksmith was a little outside the city, it was still close enough that too much noise too late at night would just be rude. With autumn on the horizon he hoped that the land would cool off sooner rather than later, but who knows what the gods have in store for everyone.

At the moment the only thing Eon knew for sure was that he had to finish the sword he was working on. It was later in the evening, the sun had set, but it wasn’t too late still. The land had cooled off some, and the door to the blacksmith was only partly open to help keep the noise a little hushed for those who had chosen to turn in already. The sword he was working on had been ordered by someone who had wanted something more custom than the standard stock sword that was sold in the weapon shop in the market.

Taking a deep breath the man wiped the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his long sleeve cream shirt. Thick brown leather gloves protected his hands as he banged on the silver blade with his hammer. Working out the right shape. ‘BANG, BANG, BANG.’ The sound echoed in his ears with each swing against the red hot metal. The thing was almost done to be honest he was just finishing shaping out the blade. Having already done the handle, once the blade had cooled he would just need to connect the two. So he worked alone softly mumbling to himself every now and again. After about an hour longer he had finally finished and placed it on a table as he looked at it.A lot of work had gone into it so he hoped the customer would be happy with his work, he after all had tried to get as close to what he had been told they wanted as he possibly could. Sitting down himself Eon took his gloves off and just sat there in the silence of the night enjoying the feeling of the breeze as it started to enter the building.
25 Years
Arabian x Saddlebred
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As the warm evening breeze stirred the woman's brilliant red hair, and the small purple dragon sat perched atop her shoulders, Aeoloni explored the town. She could sense the buzz of life here, the hubub of the people going about everyday life. She could hear the buzz of crickets and cicadas in the air, and the scent of food cooking in someone's hearth reached her nostrils. There was a sense of joy about the place, relief perhaps. A new empress sat upon the throne, and that meant life for the residents of the land. No more would the world be upturned, at least not in the way it was, no, there would be a sense of reorganization, or order, justice. Of course, right now, they were all fantasies, the Lady Nelanryn had yet to prove her worth as empress, but for now, there was hope.

Hearing the banging of a hammer on metal, the woman turned towards the noise. She could smell the acrid burning of metal, even taste it on her tongue. It was the workings of a forge, and with that, her attention was piqued.

Just as she was nearing the building, the banging stopped. He must be taking a break. The door was open, however, so she took that as her leave to pop her head in, her long red curls bouncing with the motion. She was not shy, and she wasn't like she was entering someone's home, or pushing past a closed door. "Hello," she said, lips turned upwards in a kind smile. "I couldn't help but notice the sounds and smells of a forge, mind if I ask what you're working on?" Moving herself past the door, she let herself in slowly, as she observed the man. He was tall and of strong stature, and had a young visage. Though she was terrible at guessing age, she put him somewhere in his twenties. He seemed to have a serious face, but it didn't seem evil.

"Aeoloni Speaks"
Aeoloni Thinks
"Alahna Speaks"

Word Count: 330
Muse: 10/10
Notes: Sword time!

There are no wrong turnings.
Only paths we had not known
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