Open Catching up with an old friend at the club! (Mia,

[Sarel]

NoticeYes this thread is open but I have to request you only join after we arrived at the inclement weather. 7th of fall 512 Sarel was finishing up the last of the cleanup around his personal forge, surveying the task he had already done and checking if everything had been done correctly. He had made sure the fire wasn't burning anymore and the cokes where cooling down. He had hung his tools in their place so he could find them easily when he started to work tomorrow, the metals he hadn't used yet where all stored away in their rightful place ,the floor had been sweeped clean of anything that had fallen out of the forge. So that only left the garbage bucket to dispose off. Honestly, he wasn't really in the mood to take the thing to people who routinely collected the garbage for disposal, he had said to mia he would be Sarel stuck his head out of his door to see if any dek where lurking around that he could pawn the undesirable job off to. It seemed he was in luck, a small black haired man was wandering around just outside the door. “Hey dek!” Sarel yelled sharply, catching the attention of the man who obediently made his way over towards him. “Get this garbage to the right place will you?” He held out the bucket to the dek, who just like was expected from him took it and hobbled away. Sarel gave a satisfied nod as he went back inside to give everything one last checkover, yes he knew it as redudant, but nobody had ever lost something by triplechecking the important things. That and he didn't have anything to do until mia knocked on his door anyway. Sarel was halfway through his third check when a knock on the door pulled him away from the task, seemed that Mia had arrived only Mia ever knocked on his door, the rest just walked inside. He stood up and made his way over to the door and opening it. “I told you many times before didn't I, if the door isn't locked you don't need to knock.” He said with a smile on his face. Mia would easily notice the few sootmarks still lingering on the blacksmith, and the scent of smoke,sweat and hot metal clung to him like a flea to a rat.

[Mia Zaro]

Mia had left her quarters exactly a bell before the time she had arranged to pick up Sarel. It wasn't that her Aeries was that far away from the Arms Gallery, far from it, but by now Mia knew herself well enough that she was never able to make a 10-15 chimes walk through the city in the time it took others. She would pause every once in a while where two or more of the tunnels that were Wind Reach's streets crossed to listen to the air currents which met and played between the stone walls. She would stop to greet those Endal she knew that crossed her path, with that greeting often transforming into a ten chimes conversation. The same went for any Avora hunter who might have been misfortunate enough to have been partnered up with her at one point or another and to have been in the same part of the city as she was right now. She even met one of the Dek she knew by name who worked at the Gallery and had been sent to dispose of one of the Masters' end of the day garbage. That was a fifteen chimes conversation. 

After a heated discussion about flights during wind coming from the North, a catch up with a new mother about her twins, three stumbles at various points on her way and taking the turn for a longer route by mistake Mia was exactly thirty-two chimes late. Not really conscious of the fact, the girl took her time getting from the entrance of the Gallery to the small cavern which contained the forge and working space of the man who had at some point been her teacher. The memory of the time she had walked on the blacksmith only in his apron still startlingly clear in her mind Mia rose her hand in a fist and knocked exactly three times. The reply from the inside was immediate and the tension that was always in her shoulders when she stood at this particular door since the 'incident' dissipated quickly. 

A bright smile on her face she was quick to enter and even quicker to trip. She was so used to such occurrences by now (especially when making an entrance) that she didn't even pause, regaining her balance with the ease of someone who had too much practice losing it. "Sarel," Mia exclaimed in greeting as she reached out to give the slightly shorter man a hug. 

When you were an inch taller than your former Master, who was not only ten years older, but also not a particularly short man either, you knew that you were indeed abnormally proportioned. The difference unfortunately didn't make her feel any less of the fledgling she knew to be in the Avora's eyes. Mia held a lot of respect for the levelheaded blacksmith and still affectionately refered to him as her 'Master' every once in a while, even though her apprenticeship in the Arms Gallery hadn't lasted very long and had been rather disastrous. The relationship between the two had lasted over the years and the seventeen year old liked to think that she was still Sarel's favourite 'student' despite the few accidents he had suffered at her hands and the few awkward situation neither of them would probably be able to forget. 

"After the last time I entered without knocking can you really blame me? I would prefer to keep that accident a one time thing," Mia teased with a falsely serious expression on her face that she didn't manage to keep for more than a tick or two. "It's been too long, old man." The girl wrapped her arm above his elbow in a gesture that had become habitual over the many Seasons of friendship between the two. Her eyes met his before she enquired brightly. "Should we head out? The Weather will be busy tonight."

[Sarel]

When Mia entered, and quite predictably, tripped over her own feet sarel reflexively held out an arm to help steady her. Even though she didn't really need it to keep upright. “Its nice to see you again Mia.” He said with a smile on his face as he returned the hug. “Though I really didn't miss the destruction you always manage to cause whenever you are in my forge.” he gave her a bit of good natured teasing about her clumsiness. At her remark about that incident he rolled his eyes. “I told you a hindered times already, wide clothes like our bryda are a fire hazard. I already lit it on fire once. I'm not taking another chance with it.” he repeated the sentence in the same 'I don't see the problem' tone he had given it to mia the other hundred times she had brought it up. “Besides I'm sure some other ladies in windreach would be overjoyed to revisit that sight. Its probably the only part of me that doesn't have scorch marks on it..” He paused. “Well last time I checked anyway, with the rate I'm gaining them its hard to keep track of things like that.” At her remark it had been to long he quieted a bit, but that happy glint in his eyes didn't disappear. “yes it has been a long time hasn't it.” He let the old man remark slide, he was already 27 and with the way young men died of stupid deaths around here he probably was on the older side. “If I say no you probably will drag me out here anyway won't you?” he said with a laugh. “But yes lets go, you have been in my shop for nearly a chime already and nothing disasterous has happened yet. I'm going to take that good fortune and run with it before it runs out.” He pushed the door back open and walked outside, taking with him if she didn't react fast enough and fished the key to his forge out of his pocket.