When she steps into the smithy again, she has to duck a hammer flung straight at her head.
Altria does so with quick reflexes and, for some reason, has to fight the urge to laugh. It's just so honest, as is the way that Ector scowls at her from behind his work bench.
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from here, girl?"
Altria shuffles in place sheepishly, but lifts her chin anyway. "Can I look? I really, really want to look at what you're working on!"
She doesn't wait for a response. Instead, she's immediately drifting over to one of his work benches, reaching out to touch one of his tools.
Ector startles, hastily. "Don't touch that! That's processed iron. It'll give any faerie who touches it awful hiv--"
Altria already has it in her hands, and he blinks at her, and the huffs out a breath. "Looks like you're fine. You must actually be from the Demon Boar Clan."
She fights the urge to stick her tongue out at him. There's no such thing! She already knows that!
"What, you got an interest in iron and the forge?"
Altria nods eagerly, but Ector just looks away, crossing his arms. "I see."
A long pause, and he looks back at her, heaving a long sigh. And once again, quiet but with the weight of the world in his voice, he says, "I see."
And then, much to her surprise, he beckons her over. "C'mon," he says, casually, as if he wasn't ready to send her packing just a few moments ago. "I'll show you how to use that tool."
Altria beams, bright and pleased, happier than she can ever remember being. Ector's heart is filled to the brim with hatred and loathing for faeries--and conversely, that makes her feel safe. After all... she hates them too.
So she comes closer, offering him the tool, and settles in to learn.
shockingly no cws here wow
When she steps into the smithy again, she has to duck a hammer flung straight at her head.
Altria does so with quick reflexes and, for some reason, has to fight the urge to laugh. It's just so honest, as is the way that Ector scowls at her from behind his work bench.
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from here, girl?"
Altria shuffles in place sheepishly, but lifts her chin anyway. "Can I look? I really, really want to look at what you're working on!"
She doesn't wait for a response. Instead, she's immediately drifting over to one of his work benches, reaching out to touch one of his tools.
Ector startles, hastily. "Don't touch that! That's processed iron. It'll give any faerie who touches it awful hiv--"
Altria already has it in her hands, and he blinks at her, and the huffs out a breath. "Looks like you're fine. You must actually be from the Demon Boar Clan."
She fights the urge to stick her tongue out at him. There's no such thing! She already knows that!
"What, you got an interest in iron and the forge?"
Altria nods eagerly, but Ector just looks away, crossing his arms. "I see."
A long pause, and he looks back at her, heaving a long sigh. And once again, quiet but with the weight of the world in his voice, he says, "I see."
And then, much to her surprise, he beckons her over. "C'mon," he says, casually, as if he wasn't ready to send her packing just a few moments ago. "I'll show you how to use that tool."
Altria beams, bright and pleased, happier than she can ever remember being. Ector's heart is filled to the brim with hatred and loathing for faeries--and conversely, that makes her feel safe. After all... she hates them too.
So she comes closer, offering him the tool, and settles in to learn.