Fantasy and dreams

Her question surprised him, and he turned his attention to his sword. He gave the hilt a fond pat. “No, my dad makes all the blades. It's made out of Carpathius steel” He explained. “It's our packs specialty.” Seeing her interest in his prized weapon he grasped the hilt just below the sapphires and unsheathed the blade. Displaying the rippling steel, in its silver/blue finish. 


“You're a blacksmith? That's incredible! What stuff have you made? Did you learn how in your desert?” He asked curiously, carefully closing his book with a back paw. He still held the blade out for her to admire as she pleased. 

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