” Hmmm chain main ye say? Ya know it’s funny, I could often seem magic as clothes and fabric, I shift it around as such all the time; but to see it as armor now, well that’s quite some perspective indeed. It’s a good thin Pa never shied away from dragging me down to his shop and forge. So let me think on it a sec, I’ll signal again when I’m ready to go.”And so Lumikki fell back, deep into her thoughts. Deep onto all those experiences as a child. She would have to admit, it was a lot to take in. The process of forging gear was an intensive one. Deceptively complicated and only made to seem simple at a glance, as many tasks take monotonous repetition. One could get loss in the number of swings the hammer makes, his clinking to the heated metal almost melodic. Yes, there were plenty of times Lumi would fall asleep to such sounds. To the relief of her Dwarven Pa as he meditatively got to work on his tasks, quietly praising his luck as he was stuck watching his little lass while the misses did tasks of her own. He would not admit to how sweet those moments were, or how much he longed for them to return; but he never complained about Lumikki’s company. Favoring the fact that he had a good kid of his own.
When enough years struck her, He would take to teaching her the trade. Figuring that it never hurt to share such knowledge to his little one. He was doubtful she would ever take up his forge, but he would not suffer her buying into poor gear, or worse….dating a blacksmithing hack. No, no, no-his girl would be made aware what quality is in all regards of her life. And so he took to work showing her the steps and details that he deemed vital.
Morgrym often worked in a room nearly entirely dimmed, save for the flames fueling the forge just behind him. Light was not a necessity to him, and in the darkness was where he could see the glowing metal best. Heating what ever piece he was working on until it was the perfect shade of pale yellow, almost white, before heaving it onto his anvil to get to work. He would coax Lumi to see, explaining her what to look out for and while. As orange would be no where near enough, but sheer white would make the metal too soft to keep the details he wanted. And Lumi would gasp as the heavy heat that made even the air warp just before her eyes, praising her Pa for touching it like a plain sunny day.
” We are lot like the metal in me forge lass.” He put the heat metal back on the flame and snatched up a hulking piece of ore from a crate near the fire.
” What ye see in me palm could be deemed useless to an untrained eye. Some fool could cast it to the side for he knows not what it is. And if ye look close,” he brought it to the flames so that she could better see, forgetting that peering into the dark did not come naturally to his own as it did him.
” It would be hard to blame the idiot. Look at how jagged and imperfect this is. It could very well be just a rock. But that’s all of us at the start ye know. Indistinguishable and purposely. It’s only through the passionate flames of life and the skills of one’s own grit and cunning that tempers us into something spectacular.” in the heat of the moment, he snatched a shield, a previous work of his, and presented it before his daughter. Tracing the details of the etching with his finger before carefully grasping her hand as if it were delicate glass and prompting her to follow along the lines. Letting her feel the depth of the markings and the ceaseless intricacies of his runic work and decorative lines. And as he did, Lumi’s face would light up more and more as his point was sinking in deep into her soul. Perhaps too deep as it was almost lost to the forge that was life and rebirth.
And as Lumi thought more and more about it, her ice would layer and interlock over her skin. Far from the norm that she usually mustered, which was fabric and mesh, but like the metal work of her father in his forge. And her Uncle before her.
Armor, black as obsidian would adorn her small frame. It left no skin bare as it hungrily consumed her. Wings would grow from many points, the helm, knee plates, and boots. While runic etches would carve its way atop the surface of bigger plates, calling to the powers of protection and overcoming battle, before fluttering out into feathery flourishes. Her helm like before would over much of her head, and a band of darkness would over her eyes leaving only her nose and mouth for others to see. But with her dark skin, the would still prove hard for most to discern. The back of the suit had four holes with the intent of freeing her wings should she need to, and from her waist down hung a black fabric like skirt that sat atop a plate of ice. While her neck and chest was adorned in a plating that bore ice crystals and many shades of blue and purple.
” Try it now,” she insisted as she finally felt fitted perfectly with powerful armor of her own making.
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Moonless Valkyrie Learned (2165/4000 wc 75% wcr due to int and items)