Post by shiny on Jul 26, 2017 22:34:57 GMT
Perhaps, as an elf owl who'd grown up in the sands and dunes of Kuneer, Kalneer would be a little less fond of the leaves and moss found in Silverveil. One would think the wind through the branches would unsettle him, or the lapping of the nearby stream would disturb him.
And perhaps once upon a time, such a thing had been true. Now that he was older and more experienced, Kalneer was comfortable. He had his forge set up in a nice clearing in a cave that had once been a den for a fox but was long abandoned. He had all the food he could ever want, and he was never wanting for company. He'd become rather popular with the nearby families.
The sun hadn't even set all the way down, but Kalneer was already at work in his forge. The coals glowed hotly and sparked when he poked at them to stir up the fire. He kept an eye on the chunk of iron he was heating up and, when it glowed red, used his tongs to take it out and placed it on his anvil.
Kalneer grabbed his hammer and flipped it into the air with a smirk. Before starting on the iron, Kalneer tapped the hammer against the anvil a few times to set up a beat. Once he had a rhythm in his head, Kalneer drew back and smashed the hammer against the iron. "OOOHHHH, I got my hammer and I got my anvil, gonna work my talons and feathers off until, the moon is high and then I will, keep on working with my hammer and anvil!"
