Flashback Test of patience I

[Sarel]

Spring 7th 501 AV Early morning Sarel made his way through the now still deserted tunnels of wind reach the morning sun only beginning to shine through the mirrors, letting the tunnels only be lit just enough for him to make his way to the arms gallery. Still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he did so. His still sleep addled mind vaguely wondered if he would ever get the hang of getting up so early most of the other inarta where still lying snug in their nests, dreaming of flying in the air on top of their own windeagle. At the thought of his bed the red haired teenager let out an other yawn, he better stop thinking about his bed soon before he fell down asleep where he was standing. After a short while of walking he finally began to feel the air heat up around him, signifying that he was coming closer and closer to the arms gallery and before his sleep deprived mind managed to register it, his body had already entered the gallery and was walking towards the forge his master used out of habit. The Sweltering and opressive heat was slowly kickstarting Sarel's brain. His master was already busy putting the tools in order and making a list of what had to be done, not even affected in the least by the ungodly hour he was up. His noticeable approach caused the man to look up, a look of mirth shining in his eyes. He guessed the man was probably smiling, but the massive beard his his it from his view. “Still not used to the early hours Sarel?” The said in a teasing tone as he dropped his notes. “N...I..d... Torello.” The red haired youth murmured in reply, not yet feeling up to the task of forming coherent sentences and walked towards the unlit forge. Intend on starting his first job of the day and building a fire. Only to be cut of by a bucketload of icecold water that was dumped over him. Shocking him straight into full awareness and letting out a shrill yelp. “You know that I want you fully aware of what you are doing when you are working with fire right?” Torello admonished his apprentice, setting the empty bucket back on the floor. “Yes Torello.” Sarel responded as he tried to shake the water out of his hair and clothes. “Now don't dawdle, we got a bussy day ahead of us so get that fire going. Unless you want to get woken up twice.” Sarel didn't need another warning and quickly got to work, while Torelle continued his work, he grabbed a shovel and beginning to sift the pile, discarding all clinkers he found in the designated bucket for it. When he had fished out all the clinkers he took a small bit of kindling out of the basket not to far from the forge and with a few klicks of his flint and steel managed to light the underside of the pieces of wood in a practiced motion and dropped it in the bothom of the firebowl, carefully racking a bit of coke over it to fuel it and waited for the coke to catch fire before continueing.

[Sarel]

As the small fire got going in the forge, sarel raked more and more coke on it till it reached a certain size. After which he pulled a bag filled with coal closer to him and used his shovel to bank the fire with the coal. Making a small heap where the only way air could get out and in was on the top. The tightly packed coal at all sides trapped the heat inside. “Torello, the fire is hot and ready to go. What does windreach ask of us today?” He spoke up, an expectant smile on his face as the heat was rolling over him. He really looked forward to today's work, lately his skill was rapidly improving and Torello had said the day before his crafts were becoming good enough to be presented to avora and up instead of just being forked of to the cheit to work with. At his question Torrelo let out an annoyed grunt. “A few dozen nails, some replacement hammers, chisels, some tongs for some glassblowers, The usual mostly. Except one new endal demands I make a new talon sword to celebrate his arivall in the caste. And he demands the best of the best.” He let out another annoyed grunt. “That is going to keep me busy for more then just a few day's. How the hell am I going to get the rest of the order done on a reasonable time.” sarel lit up as his master's gaze fell on him. “Well I'm good enough to take over that while you make the talon sword. Its mostly just simple tools right?” Sarel said with a smile on his face as he looked at his master, hoping that he looked trustworthy and not desperate. “Well... alright, just try to finish up all the orders.” He relented after a few moments of tense silence. “And like I said at the start of your apprentice ship, don't cut any bloody corners got it? It might be something stupid as a nail that you ruin with sloppy work if you do it now, but its a bad habit if you get into it.” He said with a stern glare; Sarel just nodded, really not wanting to get on his masters bad side. “yes master.” Sarel said in a confident tone. “I won't disappoint you.” Torrel nodded in response and laid the note containing the order on the table the farthest away from the heat of the forge. “Well, if you can't remember how to do something, ask before you muck up good steel.” Sarel nodded and got to work, slipping on the heavy leather apron and gloves and took a look at the order.