...And my axe!

Strai sighed as her deal spilled over to more things, including herb hunting. Not something he had any knowledge of, and he knew he certainly wouldn’t appreciate his inadequacies rubbed into his muzzle. As it surely would once she realised just now naive he was to the healing arts.

He squinted at her when she spoke of misunderstanding, wondering what exactly had led her to believe he would know anything about dyes? He glanced at her paw when she raised it, and he realised for the first time that the brighter colors in her coat weren’t markings at all. He hadn’t realised such a thing was even possible. She had decorated herself, as one might decorate their favourite blade? “If you're finished with the metal, I’ll attach it to the handle now” He said, putting the piece of obsidian down. There was a snug indent the metal could fit into, and a flat band of metal he would wrap around it, and hammer into place.

“It seems…” He struggled a moment, knowing he wasn’t going to be tactical about this, and then gave up and said it anyway. “...Frivolous. He knew exactly what his mother would have said about such things. She had been practical to a fault, and harder than a viking winter.


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