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An 'Anyar's First Story' Thread.

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Anyar Silthendi
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Joined: Tue Aug 09, 2016 8:12 pm
Race: Hyludin
Profession: Apprentice Smith
Renown: 30
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A Ssssinking Feeling

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30 Ymiden, 716
The sun was just cresting up over the Ivorian docks, cats and rats thrown from their slumber as the night gave way to the early morning of this mid-Ymiden trial. Anyar had been at this location, this modest apartment for not long now, an Arc, at most, surviving with what little he had been given from his Father before he departed from Silthendi. The trials had been warm, hot but dry, a cool breeze flowing from the ocean like a kind of silk sheet energizing the city to wake and begin their mornings. Today was a happy trail for Anyar, a kind trail, one that he had hoped would make for a trail worth talking to his children one trail about. Well, it wouldn't be wrong to believe that he wished that every trail was in that sense, but it couldn't be so, not here in Ivorian, not in this city by the sea.

Anyar stretched his arms wide, leaning up on his cot where he had been coiled on top of, and hoisted his body up and off. His apartment was modest, nothing of fancy regard, but right for his needs. He made to cook a simple plate to give himself some energy before thinking about what may come for him this trial. As he worked to clean his utensils, Anyar looked out into his beautiful Ivorian view; the grey and red backside of whatever building was adjacent to his in the alley. He couldn't help but laugh, a cocked smile and shaken head as he brought his focus back to the work at hand.

"Well...I guess this is what you get for what I paid for it....."

He placed the utensils back onto the counter, pivoting back on his scaly tail-section as he went about his other habits for the mornings. Trials like this were easy for him. No excitement, no requirements, no duties or people begging his attention this way or that. Trials like this were what he needed, that he couldn't get in Silthendi; peaceful. His spindly hand grasped a small cup, filling it with water and pouring it over the small couple house plants that he had littered throughout. Anyar's silent observers, his peacekeepers and sentinels. It didn't take too long thereafter before he was ready to go. Grabbing the ratty apron and scale-cover from the bedside dresser, Anyar nearly forgot his hammer, grasping at it with those long arms that had given him so much attention the last several trials since he had begun to travel outside the neighborhood more and more. One wouldn't call Anyar a pretty fellow, but he knew he had charm, and wished that others would be able to see past the strange hand he had been dealt so early in life.

The early morning light was just starting to crest over the highest buildings when Anyar approached the streets of the marketplace. The square was beginning to fill up as vendors and patrons walked their paths, set up shop and waited for the business to begin rolling in. It was another of those trials, ones that ANyar had hoped for when he was in Silthendi, ones that he could never have had when he was there, peaceful. He kept reading the mantra in his head, over and over, a record stuck on repeat that doesn't seem to stop making you calm, one with ones-self. He smiled a weak smile as he moved across the smooth cobblestone of the city square, heading towards his work at The Serpent's Fire for the first time since meeting with Grissam. While Grissam had told Anyar that Ethelm really ran the place, he could at least give him a place to work until Ethelm had had enough of him, which was bound to happen sooner rather than later.

The warmth of the trial was at its peak, the sun shining down on him as he navigated through the busy city streets to find his way to The Serpent's Fire. It didn't take long, however, as once he was able to locate several of the other lesser known blacksmiths and leatherworkers, the large forge and shining sign that belonged to his current place of work called to him like a beacon wanting to be found. Anyar moved forward, scales sliding across the stone ground like it was barely there, breaching the doorway and looking at the cool countertop and walls that made up the front interior of the blacksmith shop. He had instructions to go to the forges at the rear of the shop, they were outside of the view of the general public for more reasons then just prying eyes, he was sure. The kind of amazement that Anyar was feeling as he slithered through the wide halls of the shop to the forge was unmatched at that time. He was feeling great, peaceful, one with himself, and nothing could shake that. Nothing.

"You're late, you don't have the right tools with you, and you look like a bat had sex with some kind of snake lady. Get yer ugly ass back here and help me with this forge, Anyar." Grissam had already had his morning pep talk, it seems, and was ready to get on with the trial faster then Anyar had ever seen anyone go from neutral to rabbit before. Anyar shook off the comments about his apearrance, knowing that they'd more then likely be coming more then he'd like to be comfortable with. "Yes sir, sir. I'm ready for whatever you need me to! Just say the word and I'll help out. Forges, iron, copper, forges! Anything!" Oh god you're nervous, stop that, now. Gather yourself, it will be a great trial. The silent monologue going on in his head, however helpful, wasn't doing anything to smooth over the harsh look that Grissam had been giving him. "Right......Just help me getting this forge going, okay? Then we'll talk about your irons and coppers." The man shook his head, getting to work on shovelling material into the cold forge to prep it for the day. Anyar nodded, going about and listening to Grissam ha she instructed the apprentice on what would need to be done to prep the work area for today's business. They had a goal they needed to reach each week, and being that they were one of the larger blacksmith shops in the city, needed to make sure that they had everything on hand and ready in case something happened.

While not the perfect silent apprentice that anyone could be sure Grissam wanted, Anyar was at least attentive, and picked up the trade quickly enough. Grissam forced Anyar to leave his tools to the side; instead getting used to the heavy hammers and tools that they had already at the shop. He laid out a plan for Anyar for the trial: the morning was to be used for prep and learning, always. The afternoon would be Anyar working the counter for customers, and the evening would be Grissam learning from Anyar. "Any good apprentice worth their weight in Biqaj spit knows a thing or two that will make their Master wonder why the hell they bothered to take them under their wings." The blacksmith walked from the cold forge to grab a small, newly-lit torch. He tossed it into the forge and immediately was greeted with a fire that seemed hungry for more, but never sated with what it had inside the small, hot pit. They moved to the next one, and he continued. "When it comes time at night for us to talk, then you tell me each night why you want to be here, and what you want to do. I won't have some unambitious egg-hatcher sitting around wasting my time."

The trial had only begun, but Anyar knew that lighting these forges would be the first step to his goal of following in his father's footsteps. He had the whole morning and afternoon ahead of him, and nothing could get him down from the high he felt. Well, almost nothing. He glanced back to Grissam and smiled, having returned to him a simple, stern shaking of the head, and a sharp jibe to Anyar to get out of his own damn head and into his work. Almost nothing....
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