i may not be the best blacksmith in whiterun

The girl was a sponge, absorbing the knowledge that Song spoke, she nodded eagerly, even when she was confused. It seemed some armor was stiff, but not all armor…or at least…there were ways around it. She couldn’t wait to try it out! “Can you show me?” She asked, hoping that she had found a sufficient teacher besides her dad. Who wanted to listen to only their father anyway?

His praise would cause the pup to beam even wider than before, her excitement and pride clearly shown on her countenance. “Thank you Song! I gotta go show dad!” She grinned, scooping her pouch awkwardly over her head so it bounced on her neck. For a moment, she merely looked at it, feeling the way it lay against her neck and chest. Then she’d look back to Song and giggle. “Thanks Song! I’ll come back for my rocks and another lesson!” She then bounced off to go find her father, her head held high and her chest puffed out proudly.