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[Irathia]

Irathia sighed slightly... "If I show you my other hand... Promise not to judge." She said, and she stuck it out... A blue tinted hand was shown, each finger stretched out as far as they could go, much like she did with her other hand. This time it was slightly trembling, a bit worried of the Isurs reaction, she felt like the Isur would grab one of the weapons and chop it off. To stop any major questioning she simply stated, "It was a part of my blood line." She said, looking to the side. She just wanted to get the hand measurements to get over with. She just wanted to get the gauntlets and perhaps leave this all behind. "It's just I have received... A lot of judgement for my hand." She said quietly. "I hope you understand why I am so nervous to show it." Irathia said again.

[Terag]

Terag looked confused for a long moment, taking the time to look between her hand and then back at her face. "I do not think you know who you are talking to. Why would I judge you for your arm? It is like mine, no?" He extended his left hand, letting it hover next to hers. His hand was noticeably calm and not trembling. "You have good blood in you, strong blood. A bit weak from your lineage but it happens." Usually Terag would have judged Irathia out-right, Isur did not tend to breed outside of their own race after all. Most other races were inferior in most respects. However, his time amongst humans, in Syliras and seeing how different each people were but they were still accepted. Even Ros seemed to leave that trait behind. Terag figured, he should try too. "Maybe it was where you grew up, but no reason to be nervous about this hand. It is a sign that Izurdin has still not given up on you, yes? You still carry the gift of my people. Well I suppose, our people? Do you speak the language? Do you speak Isurian?" Now as he talked Terag lifted up the measure and recorded the size of her hand and fingers. His hands didn't move with the practiced ease he found when smithing weapons, armor was a bit farther away than his usual. But his movements were still confident, he knew he could do this. "Our arms are the badge of the love from our great father. It means 'Our arms are the badge of the love from our great father.' You still have it, faded but it is still there. Be proud of it. With the information all written down he put the tape measure away, and tossed the note pad onto the face of the nearest anvil. "Either way, all I need is done. You are free to leave, and return for your gauntlets. Or you can stay here for a while and watch. I do not mind either, if you are lucky I may be able to finish before sun down." He was curious if the female shared any of the same interests of his people. She seemed to be a fighter, a common enough sight among the Isur but it was also very common among any of the other races. So, it did not point out much. However, many Isur found themselves drawn to smithing, or at least crafting in general. Would the girl be the same? Or perhaps whatever her blood was mixed with was stronger than her Isurian side.

[Irathia]

Irathia thought for a tiny bit about the offer. Izurdin? Is that one of the gods? And my arm... Some sort of badge? But why would any god bother with me? Irathia found herself starring at her hand, she flexed it a tiny bit. Maybe I should stay and watch, it doesn't seem that bad, and who knows? Maybe I will like the look of it! She grinned slightly as her hand disappeared behind her cloak once more. "Mmm... Okay, I will like to watch." She said, smiling at the Isur in front of her. "Sounds really interesting, where I grew up I didn't see that much smiths." She said again... She felt all bits of fear melt away as she agreed to watch her gauntlets be forged, the idea was interesting, manipulating metals to make something new was interesting.

[Terag]

Terag nodded and motioned for her to follow him with his pad of information in hand. It would be interesting to show off his craft, at least she was half Isur. Maybe she would be able to appreciate it for what it was. Once he got to the anvil he would be working at he pulled up a wooden chair from nearby and set it far enough away that she shouldn't have to worry about stray sparks getting to her while he worked and he set his paper on the small table he kept nearby while he worked. "Take a seat, or stand but be careful. Bits of fire like to fly off while metal is worked. You wanted steel, yes? Good metal, strong." After he got verification for the metal Terag would go off and grab what he needed, several smaller pieces of pre-cut steel for just this sort of use. The pieces were set on a flat surface inside his forge so they could heat. Out of habit he used his left hand to set the metal inside, letting the flames and heat lick up his arm to about mid-bicep. He was used to the heat, but did not consider that the act might be a bit strange to the new onlooker. As if nothing strange had happened Terag began to speak to her once more. "I do not think I have gotten your name. My name is Terag Magehand, and it is a pleasure. What is your name?"

[Irathia]

Irathia sat down in the wooden chair, but found her self jumping out of her seat at the sight of the Isur sticking his hand into fire. She stared slightly in confusion as his hand didn't burn and he clearly wasn't in pain... It just looked like the fire was going around the arm, brushing it, like it didn't want to set his arm on fire... She quickly sat down and sighed quietly... She hated how she seemed to be confused by most things. Her name... "Uh..." She cleared her throat, getting focused as she did so. "My name is Irathia... No second name." She said as she stared at the fire... Did he feel the least bit uncomfortable with his arm in the fire? "Do you feel uncomfortable... With you arm in there?" She asked, she felt herself holding her tinted arm... If she was a whole blood... Would she be able to do that? Irathia felt a tinge of jealousy over the Isur and Zith, she wished she could fly from time to time and the arm would be interesting to have. But she was just left with a tinted arm and two half formed stubs on her back and a plethora of scars on her back. She shook her head slightly, wiping her mind of the thoughts and she sat back and watched what the Isur was doing.

[Terag]

"No second name? That is a shame, I guess there is a story behind it but I will not ask you for it." He waited a few more moments until she had asked him about feeling uncomfortable. He smiled and chuckled a bit when he realized how strange it was still for others when he did this, "Uncomfortable? No no, not at all. I feel the flames, but they do not hurt. This arm can take almost anything. Also makes a good trick to show humans, when I show them I can smash my hand with a hammer." Terag chuckled and winked playfully. By now the smaller pieces had warmed up enough to be worked. Using his left hand he pulled them one at a time from the forge, five pieces that would make the tips of her fingers for the gauntlets. He had to constantly look back and forth from the metal in front of him and the pad of paper before he would lift his hammer and strike once. Another look at the paper, and another strike. His work was slow going as he was not nearly as experienced with armor pieces as he was weapons but he would not turn them down. At least he had a bit more work with gauntlets since they doubled as a good blunt weapon. After a while the pieces of metal would each be flattened and then curved around the point of the anvil, hard edges on each piece would be flattened out with a couple more blows of his hammer. Before they cooled too much Terag made sure to take a pin and hammer through small holes at the open end of the five pieces of metal. This would work so that he could hook the pieces together and also pin them to a leather glove later on. The finished pieces were dipped in water, and he held them all in his left hand to do so. The harsh sizzle of the water against the heated metal could be heard as they cooled quickly. Once down he wiped them each down with his apron and set them onto the small table he had the notepad on. "Do you have any craft you like Irathia? Something to do in your down time, perhaps? If you only spar that is okay, but I find life to be more enjoyable with something more permanent to be proud of, no?" He smiled some at her, awaiting her answer and waiting for the larger pieces of metal to warm to working temperature.

[Irathia]

Irathia sat in silence she leaned forward slightly, putting her elbows on her legs. She enjoyed and slightly wondered what was going on in front of her... It was interesting as Terag shaped and formed the glowing metal to, presumably, her finger tips. Irathia she began to think if she would ever be able to craft like that, but she quickly thought other wise... She needed to focus on being a squire, not a creator. "Oh... Um... No... I mainly spar... And I walk around Syliras otherwise." She said, smiling slightly. "I never really thought about creating stuff, I mainly just... Well do squire things." She said, trying to form her words as she looked at the Isur. "I suppose making something would be... Fun." She said, starting to talk to her self at this point. OOC : Hey sorry for the really short post this time.

[Terag]

Terag smiled and nodded, "Well at the very least I think it to be fun. There is nothing better than seeing something take its form in front of your eyes." His voice would drop to barely above a whisper for a moment as he leaned forward slightly, "I have heard that mages feel the same about their work. Can you imagine being able to create something from almost nothing? Having a spear of stone be formed and thrown, or a great ball of fire to work your metals? It would be amazing." He would chuckle a bit and then his voice would return to normal "But I ramble, perhaps you should find something else to occupy your time, no? Surely sparring and walking around cannot take up that much time no?" Terag would motion for Irathia to respond to him while he would turn and grab the first piece of hot metal from the forge with his left hand. With the smoother movement brought on by practice and muscle memory, Terag pulled his hammer free and began to work. Each piece of metal would be flattened and then bend the metal. The metal should be large enough to cover the top part of Irathia's finger, and once he was finished working the middle parts of the gauntlets he would have five finger tips and nine other parts to create the five fingers, and this was doubled so he could make two sets of gauntlets. The final and larger pieces of metal were placed into the forge. As the new metal heated he pulled an interesting shaped metal pole with a fat end with a small extruding piece of metal after it. It fit neatly into the hardy hole of the anvil, and sat ontop the anvil. On this he would assemble the gauntlet fingers. The leather glove was placed on first, and each finger was assembled around it. With a thin piece of metal he would push the holes into the glove, before taking it off momentarily to push a pin through from the inside for the metal joints to both sit on, and serve as a junction where each piece came together for more protection. This process was lengthy, but enjoyable for Terag0 However, his slowness was due to inexperience and more than once he pricked his fingers on his right hand with the thin metal he had been using to poke the holes. No blood was drawn to his thicker skin, but each prick was a reminder that he had much to practice still.. Once finished the glove had each finger covered at the very least, as the last of the metal was still heating in the forge. He passed Irathia the glove, "Test it, yes? Let me know how it feels and fits so far." While she did Terag would begin the second glove, but would do his best to continue to listen to anything she said.

[Irathia]

Irathia thought for a moment, not sure how to respond, because all she did really was walk around and train. When she wasn't doing that she was sleeping or thinking inside her room. She supposed she could do with a hobby, but of what thing? She could always trying smithing... Magic sounded... Intimidating, she hasn't really ever seen them as well. So she wouldn't know where to start... "Yeah... I usually either walk or train... Or sleep..." She watched and smiled, her sharp teeth being exposed as he worked the metal into what she presumed to be her fingers. She was slightly excited, out of most of her items, she actually had something other than her hammers and her cloak to call her own. It was a exciting feeling in her stomach, like butterflies flew around in them. Terag told her to try on the gauntlets... She grabbed it and slid it over her hand... It felt good. She flexed her hand, opening and closing it. "It feels good." She said, smiling at the Isur. "Do you need this? Or can I just keep it on?" She asked as she opened and closed her hands again.

[Terag]

Terag's eyes widened for a moment when he noticed her teeth, though he did his best to cover them with his arm as he pretended to wipe his brow. In that moment he took a breath and regained his composure back to the face he had been practicing for dealing with customers. A soft smile. When she commented about keeping on the gauntlet he nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. "You may keep it on until I need to connect the other pieces to it, yes. It will not be long though." Terag took the first of the larger pieces of metal out of the flames again with his left hand, and began to hammer it down. His movements were practiced and so his mind wandered briefly again back to the girl's smile. Her teeth were sharp and pointed, a pattern that only a few other races often kept. Could she be a Zith? He supposed he couldn't know for sure as thought there was another race that sharpened their teeth, and it wouldn't be impossible for someone to simply file their teeth or do something else strange like that. After all, he had heard crazy enough stories from his father about the silver tower so sharpened teeth hardly seemed bad. He clenched his jaw for a moment and then relaxed before dropping the thought. He should not assume she was part something so evil and vulgar, after all with the way she was acting she showed no signs of the aggression he had heard the Zith have. She seemed so nice, after all. A chance never hurt, though he would have to be cautious still. As he focused back more into his work he stopped flattening out the metal and instead worked it to give it a slight bend in the metal so that it would better fit the back of her hand. Once he was finished with the second one, and had punched the small holes needed in both, he motioned for her to hand over the gauntlet again so he could attach the backs.