Kharzu tossed her cloak on the bed and took up the bag of ore again. “I know what you meant. Lead on, my Chief. After all, what’s a forgewife without her forge?” Again Durash found herself admiring how easily the stallion of a woman tossed around that bag. She was no lightweight, but Durash found swinging a sword suited her better than a hammer.
They walked across the hold and up the stairs that lead to the mine and the forge outside it. Durash had been raised on the forge, even if it wasn’t her calling, and it was well outfitted. She’d traded and worked with rest of the hold to build up a very respectable forge. Their smelter was one of the new and one of the best available. Fire salts made the forge’s flame burn particularly hot, a trick she’d learned from a blacksmith she’d helped in Riften during one of the trips her father sent her on.
Still, she waited anxiously as this new woman, this new wife that she’s just met, circled around the blacksmith’s camp. But when she saw the woman smile, looking up from where she leaned over the forge, Durash felt her heart go light. “You know the forge?” Kharzu’s throaty voice inquired, sounding deeply satisfied with something.
“My mother was the forgewife of our clan. I learned the trade, though I don’t have near the skill she did. Still, I’ve been holding us over for now.”
“You’ve done well, I don’t think there’s so well appointed a forge in all of Skyrim. I’d be honored to work it.” Kharzu stroked her hands over the smooth stones surrounding the fire pit, and nodded, seeming to have come to some unknown conclusion. Durash was just pleased that Kharzu seemed to like it. “I’m going to get started, why don’t you go check on the beautiful Lagat? I am fine here.”
The chief tried not to look too embarrassed at the amused weight of Kharzu’s gaze, so she simply nodded and left her new wife to her forge. There were other things to be managed, and she saw Lagat busy herself, directing other kin as they worked on building a larger stable.
Organizing things with their alchemist was a welcome distraction. She knew that there was a lot to think about, to discuss, but for now she could focus on immediate business. Even with a forgewife there was still a lot to be done to fortify the hold, and it was her responsibility to make sure it was done.
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F!Orc!Chief/F!Orc!Wives “A Stronger Hold” (3b/?)
Date: 2012-12-29 01:51 am (UTC)They walked across the hold and up the stairs that lead to the mine and the forge outside it. Durash had been raised on the forge, even if it wasn’t her calling, and it was well outfitted. She’d traded and worked with rest of the hold to build up a very respectable forge. Their smelter was one of the new and one of the best available. Fire salts made the forge’s flame burn particularly hot, a trick she’d learned from a blacksmith she’d helped in Riften during one of the trips her father sent her on.
Still, she waited anxiously as this new woman, this new wife that she’s just met, circled around the blacksmith’s camp. But when she saw the woman smile, looking up from where she leaned over the forge, Durash felt her heart go light. “You know the forge?” Kharzu’s throaty voice inquired, sounding deeply satisfied with something.
“My mother was the forgewife of our clan. I learned the trade, though I don’t have near the skill she did. Still, I’ve been holding us over for now.”
“You’ve done well, I don’t think there’s so well appointed a forge in all of Skyrim. I’d be honored to work it.” Kharzu stroked her hands over the smooth stones surrounding the fire pit, and nodded, seeming to have come to some unknown conclusion. Durash was just pleased that Kharzu seemed to like it. “I’m going to get started, why don’t you go check on the beautiful Lagat? I am fine here.”
The chief tried not to look too embarrassed at the amused weight of Kharzu’s gaze, so she simply nodded and left her new wife to her forge. There were other things to be managed, and she saw Lagat busy herself, directing other kin as they worked on building a larger stable.
Organizing things with their alchemist was a welcome distraction. She knew that there was a lot to think about, to discuss, but for now she could focus on immediate business. Even with a forgewife there was still a lot to be done to fortify the hold, and it was her responsibility to make sure it was done.