Post by Veryan Lithônion on May 9, 2010 15:50:28 GMT
It was one of those days in which Veryan had much to do, yes he was an apprentice but ever since he turned eighteen springs his father began to teach him the ways of a merchant and also allowed him to carry on with more responsibilities than when he was a mere young apprentice. Now he could be taken for a blacksmith, in fact he was beginning to tend to his own customers and his father, Thalion the blacksmith, grew more proud of his only son. And such was the way in which Veryan found himself with better acquaintance with the elves of Rivendell and now that his father was even known by the royal court, he made sure he learned among their own blacksmiths, Veryan developed techniques and skills of his own.
For a mortal many took him for a rather talented young man, and it wasn’t common a mortal possessed such skills and that made them believe that a deity of the Old Faith protected Veryan and granted him said skills, many thought it to be Gobannon, the God of craftsmanship; others that a great wizard graced his house, whichever the case his skills granted Camelot a more privileged place among the eyes of other kingdoms and more wanted to look upon the youth who lived among the knights of Camelot and earned their admiration.
It was a day, like those new ones in the life of Veryan, where he had things to work on, he didn’t have many customers that morning but he still had things to do for the next upcoming days and so he had to work harder than usual and work also meant getting the materials and making sure he would not run out of them. In any case, after a long morning of working on the things he loved, he decided to walk toward the well with two heavy buckets to fill in with water for they were running out of it at the forge.
It was a sunny day so there was no need for Veryan to put on a cloak or anything on top of his black shirt, which was by now filled in sweat. His skin turned rather gold-like from working at the force ever since he could remember, but it shone even more as he walked with both buckets toward the well. His silver blue eyes adjusted to the light as he left the dark forge and walked about the streets that took him to the city square just where a great fountain as well as a well stood strong ever since the people of old had this fair city built as a refugee for the weary traveller.
As he walked on he heard rumours of an unknown traveller who seemed to have ventured from the Northern lands, surely rumours spread like wildflowers. He wondered who this traveller could be, it was said to be a fair young woman with long golden hair. It looked like she was one of the many who were sent to woo the Prince of Camelot.
As he reached the well he stopped right there and placed his hammer on his work-belt which had many tools a blacksmith had to keep nearby to work effectively. He then placed the buckets of water on the floor and ran his arm through his forehead to remove some sweat and relieve his tired body. He then pulled the pole and filled in his two buckets just before he drank some water and washed his face and neck.
For a mortal many took him for a rather talented young man, and it wasn’t common a mortal possessed such skills and that made them believe that a deity of the Old Faith protected Veryan and granted him said skills, many thought it to be Gobannon, the God of craftsmanship; others that a great wizard graced his house, whichever the case his skills granted Camelot a more privileged place among the eyes of other kingdoms and more wanted to look upon the youth who lived among the knights of Camelot and earned their admiration.
It was a day, like those new ones in the life of Veryan, where he had things to work on, he didn’t have many customers that morning but he still had things to do for the next upcoming days and so he had to work harder than usual and work also meant getting the materials and making sure he would not run out of them. In any case, after a long morning of working on the things he loved, he decided to walk toward the well with two heavy buckets to fill in with water for they were running out of it at the forge.
It was a sunny day so there was no need for Veryan to put on a cloak or anything on top of his black shirt, which was by now filled in sweat. His skin turned rather gold-like from working at the force ever since he could remember, but it shone even more as he walked with both buckets toward the well. His silver blue eyes adjusted to the light as he left the dark forge and walked about the streets that took him to the city square just where a great fountain as well as a well stood strong ever since the people of old had this fair city built as a refugee for the weary traveller.
As he walked on he heard rumours of an unknown traveller who seemed to have ventured from the Northern lands, surely rumours spread like wildflowers. He wondered who this traveller could be, it was said to be a fair young woman with long golden hair. It looked like she was one of the many who were sent to woo the Prince of Camelot.
As he reached the well he stopped right there and placed his hammer on his work-belt which had many tools a blacksmith had to keep nearby to work effectively. He then placed the buckets of water on the floor and ran his arm through his forehead to remove some sweat and relieve his tired body. He then pulled the pole and filled in his two buckets just before he drank some water and washed his face and neck.
