Post by Ceyra on Nov 30, 2005 20:32:11 GMT -5
R'kul swept a dirt stained hand across his sweaty brow, sweeping his shaggy brown hair off his forehead, but it stuck up in strange fashion, and dirt streaks marred his smooth skin. He was busy working the forge, making new buckles for several sets of riding straps for his classmates. He picked up the hot metal with his tongs, and examined it. It glowed a dull orange and seemed to be in almost the right shape. He put it back on the heavy iron anvil, and gave it a few good whacks with the light hammer he had been using. Then he dunked it in the cool off bucket, and steam rose around the shaft of the tongs like a mist.
He'd never really anticipated becoming a dragonrider, and when Rimgath had decided on him, instead of one of the other many boys some eight months ago. He'd always thought he'd follow in Jaicob's footsteps, and be a Weyrsmith. It was what he liked to do, it was what he was good at. He gazed at the newly fromed buckle piece and sighed. Just right. His lessons hardly ever seemed that way. He put it beside several others to cool off, and picked up the next small piece of metal to work.
He had just put the piece into the fire to warm up, when someone came in looking for ??
He'd never really anticipated becoming a dragonrider, and when Rimgath had decided on him, instead of one of the other many boys some eight months ago. He'd always thought he'd follow in Jaicob's footsteps, and be a Weyrsmith. It was what he liked to do, it was what he was good at. He gazed at the newly fromed buckle piece and sighed. Just right. His lessons hardly ever seemed that way. He put it beside several others to cool off, and picked up the next small piece of metal to work.
He had just put the piece into the fire to warm up, when someone came in looking for ??