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Post by Sybil Burke on Aug 21, 2014 3:33:03 GMT
It had only been a day, but it felt comfortable to know she still had a mother. As much as they both missed out; one who had a daughter but never bonded with her and a daughter who lacked a mother. It was comforting to Sybil. But it also was turmoil to her heart. To get over any temper problems Sybil went back to work while her mother was out looking for work. Sybil had given Brenna Markis' room. A small painting of Markis was on the dresser. A bunch of his shirts were in the drawers too.
Sybil was working in her forge, which was a canopied attachment to her house in the capital near the summer castle. It was mostly outdoors, like a deck of sorts. It had been all around boarded up aside from the front of it which had very large windowless openings with sheets to protect what was inside. The door wasn't ever closed while Sybil was there and if you squinted you could see her working in the forge from the street. At night Sybil triggered a sliding wall that acted like a medieval garage door to close the two glassless openings and protect the forge from looters while she slept. The only thing at night that stayed open was the large chimney in the ceiling as the forge's fire sat in the center of the room.
Sybil was hammering out the sheet of metal for Esras' chest plate. She kept having to press the plate against herself to see if it would settle on a chest but it would have made her job easier if the Knight was standing beside her as she did this. Not to say that she wasn't good at making armour. Part of the idea was that she would much rather have him there for her to be watched by. An odd wish in her mind but it had come clearer to her that she found a fondness for him in her heart. She sighed as she set the steel back on her anvil and worked her way through it. She had already made the shoulder pieces, they sat near her, shiny and new waiting for their owner to come see them. She was pressed down low to the anvil as she struck the piece, Sybil was working the kinks out from previous hits to the metal now.
Because of the excessive amount of work to do, she wore tight pants and an apron. Her shirt's sleeves lay under her bracers that she wore to the masquerade. Today though her hand had a bandage wrapping due to burning her hand in the morning. Nothing bad but, bad enough to have stung quite a bit and still at times she could feel the bite of the burn as she struck the chest plate.
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Aug 23, 2014 0:58:32 GMT
Esras hadn’t planned to truly go east to train that woman from the tournament, but he’d received word that her brother wouldn’t let her leave her own kingdom, and he HAD promised to train her. Stupid honor. It really sucked sometimes. Anyways, he was now committed to going to the other kingdom, but he wasn’t going to go alone if he could help it. He had grown rather fond of the blacksmith that his father had brought to the masquerade and he was almost positive that he’d rather go east with her than stick around here in the north. Not that there was anything wrong with staying in the north, but she seemed like the type of person who would spring on an opportunity for adventure. So, he was headed to her smith right now with a bribe for her and all; a rather expensive hammer of exceptional quality hung from his belt.
When he reached the woman’s house he would stand there for a moment, watching it as a sudden wave of nervousness swamped him. What if she didn’t actually want to go with him? The doubt passed quickly, though, and he would step forward once again, moving his feet quickly towards her workplace. He would lift his chin a bit and move to lean against the door frame, clasping his hands in front of him as he watches her work for several moments before softly clearing his throat, a boyish smile dancing over his lips.
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Post by Sybil Burke on Aug 23, 2014 4:21:31 GMT
Sybil positioned the metal against her as she sat up and sighed. As she stood upright she noticed the form in the corner of her eye. Then she heard him clear his throat, "Ah, lad. You should know not to sneak up on me." Well, she actually had no knowledge if he knew she could flip people and kick their asses. She had never really said it to him for some reason. She didn't look at him quite yet she placed the chest plate back down and slammed the hammer down for some quick fixes. Standing up once more after a bit and putting the hammer down. Lifting the chest plate and placing it beside the finished pieces and running her hands down her apron, though she gave the smallest wince at the burn as she had forgotten.
"I'm not quite done with your armour yet. It has only been a day." She would say with a smirk. She felt slightly dwarfed by Esras and his height but it was natural. She could still toss him. Probably with his status as the youngest Knight. "How may I help you Esras?" Sybil had been trying to get a hang of calling him Esras instead of 'lad' which she still had no idea why he disliked it.
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Aug 23, 2014 19:19:10 GMT
Esras would laugh when she commented that he shouldn’t sneak up on her, “Oh aye,” he would say with a grin, shaking his head slightly. “Though, I figured you might like me to sneak up on you sometimes. Especially when I’ve got a surprise,” he would say, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Upon hearing her comment about not having finished his armor yet he would snicker, “Aye, I know that,” he would say, taking a few steps into her smith as he lets his gaze roam briefly around the area, “Though, I think you would finish faster if you had this,” he would say with a grin as he pulls the hammer from his belt, holding it up so that she could see it, but not so that she could take it. “But, you can only have it if you agree to something first,” he would continue, hanging the hammer off of his belt once again. “I’m going East, and I’m going to need a blacksmith while I’m there. Since you’re the only one around here that’s not big, fat, and ugly with an attitude to match, I figured that you would be the perfect candidate,” he would finish, offering her a charming grin.
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Post by Sybil Burke on Aug 23, 2014 19:46:48 GMT
"Well possibly, as long as it isn't sneaking up on me and then tickling me. I may accidentally break your arm in defense.." She admitted and then Sybil's eyes widened. Her hammer was her father's but the wear and tear had done a bit of a number on it and she wished to someday make or find a new one. The ore however had just been too expensive for it as they were solid and not hollow like some other hammers that were made for battle. "Oh that is a beauty. Definitely would help me with tasks some of my fathers tools tend to be wearing over." She would say and then listen to his offer.
That was when one of her eyebrows raised. Looking down at herself for a moment she'd smirk."I could very well get big, fat and ugly. But I doubt you ever want to test my temper." She was fully aware that she was levelheaded.
A part of her wanted him to say she was fit to be his companion too; in the sense that she hoped something romantic out of this plead but nonetheless she took it as a friend and smiled. "Surely, I'll join you Lord Kavanagh." She did a curtsey and pulled her apron off. She then moved up and swiped the hammer out of his hand. If he went to retaliate she would move around his body and get it out of his hand somehow. Though she knew she would DEFINITELY not land him on the ground since he was Esras. But if he let her she would oogle the hammer and smile. "Thank you.. Is there anything else I could do for you for this gift? These are.. expensive." For someone not royal or noble that is.
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Aug 28, 2014 1:42:25 GMT
When she said that she could very well get big, fat, and ugly he would shake his head, only to laugh when she commented on her temper, "Aye, I'm sure that your temper is what I have to worry about," he would say, his tone laced with sarcasm. Honestly, he wasn't really worried about any of those things, though. He just wanted a familiar face to join him on this journey, though he figured that it would probably be short, or that the trip would be made several times over; the war would require him to lend his arms in service. Well, maybe he wouldn't necessarily be required because he was Moira's heir, but he would still join in on the effort anyways. He might even be able to advance in rank in the army, not only would it be good for him on a mental level, but it would help his future subjects to see him in a better light. When she finally smiled and said that she would come with him he would absolutely beam at her, "That's amazing! We need to leave soon, though. I'm sure the poor squire thinks that I'm never going to show up," he would say with a laugh, suddenly excited. When she moved towards him he would let her take the hammer, though he doubted that she really realized it. Upon hearing her ask if she could do anything to repay the gift he would laugh, "Nay, gifts aren't supposed to be repaid."
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Post by Sybil Burke on Sept 14, 2014 13:44:12 GMT
The sarcasm made her give him a smirk that bled self esteem. But she nodded to his wishes to get going. She was aware of the war at hand. Queen Moira was to wear their leading armor which made Sybil excited to see her Queen riding in to represent the North alone. Not that Cahir would have worn it. Tje leading armor was made by her father so in turn seeing it would make her happy.
When he said he was in a hurry she moved to lock the smithy and cool the forge. She would excuse herself to write Brenna a letter. In no time she was standing outside with her horse reigns in her hand. She had put her hair up in aore orderly fashion and had put on a new shirt. Her bracers taken off to be placed in her horse's carry sack, her arms covered by a form fitting overcoat. "So." She would say if he was still standing there, Sybil would smirk. "Ready when you are Esras." She would say in a fond fashion.
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