At the forge (OTA)
Joslire, though born and bred on a desert planet, had to admit that the cooler weather made working at the forge easier. He no longer had to get up in the dark of the morning to get some hours in before the heat became unbearable. Some mornings he could even stay and have breakfast with Laila before Robert took her and Hannah to the day care center. He glanced over at the little play area where she used to keep him company sometimes...before she got too big and too willful to stay there safely. He sighed, missing her chattering presence. On the other hand, he did get a lot more accomplished. And once she'd matured, and learned some self-control, she could come back.
Joslire lifted the sword he was working on and cast a glance down the blade. Satisfied, he put it in the clay dome that would allow it to cool slowly, and moved to the front, wiping his brow, and pausing to take a drink of water.
Joslire lifted the sword he was working on and cast a glance down the blade. Satisfied, he put it in the clay dome that would allow it to cool slowly, and moved to the front, wiping his brow, and pausing to take a drink of water.