Anti-OTP: Ilmarinen/Morgan le Fay

[smithofwainola]

*Ilmarinen is sitting on a flat stone in the forest, eyes closed, his lips moving as though he is speaking to someone only a breath away--and so he is, for iron is always only a breath away from him, and today Ilmarinen is calling iron from the earth in his own language*

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[morgansorceress]

*Irreverently, Mina will interrupt him* What spell are you casting?

[smithofwainola]

*looks up, surprised* I can cast no spells, my lady--you mistake me for my brother.

[morgansorceress]

*Sits down next to him* Then what on earth are you doing?

[smithofwainola]

Calling iron up for forging. *indicates a basket of ore at his side*