Together, We Grow Stronger

Though Ruga wasn’t actually missing, the fact that he had requested to leave the Armada was still something strange to the yearling. But the man had left behind the tools to do his job, a job that Charlie felt drawn to. Being in the smithy, helping his father work on the mace, he had felt his mind at work. He watched how his father planned the weapon, how he considered the weight of the materials and what would be easier for a yearling vs an adult to wield. It had been fascinating, but more to the point he had understood why the man made the decisions he did. It was something that would come more with experience of build and such, but Charlie was sure with a little bit of testing he could get anything to work he put his mind to.

His father’s task was fitting, important to the rank that he had requested. He had met a couple of Aris’ children, and only one of Mortis’ so far… but he definitely felt a connection with one more than the others. Working with the young wolf would be an interesting challenge, especially since he couldn’t craft a truly dangerous weapon for a child. He’d also need to consider how the armor crafted would work if the boy chose that, and the wings would be another factor depending on what might be wanted. But like his father was able to tune down his weapon, Charlie was sure he could do the same for his nephew.

“Consider the task done, sir. We’ll have it ready to present to you in no time.” He dipped his head respectfully to the man before him. “Permission to leave, Warlord?” He would need to go try and find his nephew and see what the little one might be interested in. Wylan had already asked him to teach him how to fight… maybe he could encourage the creation of a weapon and couple it with a lesson of safety? His mind was already at work on the task, ready to begin.

"Speech," 'Thought.'