thunder breaks silence

Víðarr · 02-11-2022, 10:02 AM

It seemed he wouldn't have to wait long at all-- excellent! The colorful man appeared from the caves in the mountains, squinting and blinking against the sun. Víðarr let out a short, friendly sound... somewhere between a bark and a chuff, but happy to see the man none the less. "Mister Gneiss!" A greeting and a warm, brassy chuckle. Truly, Víðarr was in a good mood today. His talk wagged at his haunches.

He moved to close the gap between them, stopping short of the avalanche of pebbles that came skittering down with the craftsman. "I come to make a... hm," it took Víðarr a moment to process, trailing off while he reformulated his words. "I would like to be buying some things, if you can make them." There we go, good enough. "They go around the upper arm, like this," the shadow gestured to the place where his leg met his body, drawing the band in his own fur with his nose. "Open enough to be able to put on, but stays put in fights." He'd need more words to explain what he'd like, but words were hard, and he wasn't accustomed to the common tongue. Not yet, at least.

"They are metal, but they are... art." He nodded once, feeling that he'd explained himself at least reasonably. He looked expectantly at Bismuth, hoping that he'd made enough sense. Víðarr could hope, right? Surely. It would be good enough, for now.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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thunder breaks silence

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