The sickness had started to recede for Kit even before the light of the day returned to them. In the early morning sun the young Princess got to her paws, and made her way to the Armada. She knew she had permission to step onto this land, but it wasn’t a right she exercised very often.

Today, she had a very specific visit in mind. She had heard about the blacksmith Armada had recently acquired, and wished to procure his help with something. She made her way into the Armada lands, the long grasses twining about her paws as the short girl trotted lightly through them.

She followed her nose, seeking out the scent of heat and metal until she found what looked like a blacksmith's shop. She glanced about hoping she had come to the right place. She approached the smeltery and cleared her throat. “Excuse me, is someone home?” she asked politely.

"Speech"

Ruga carried pieces of wood into the sheltered smelting area he had been steadily perfecting in the time since he had come to permanently stay within the Armada. Being given the freedom to work however he wanted and given the resources he needed to do it was amazing and it made him wish he had found something like this earlier, but he supposed things usually happened whenever they were supposed to. He stuck his head under the shelf of stone he had assembled over the pit where the fire was built, carefully dropping more fuel onto the fire so he wouldn't kick up too many embers in the process. He had put so much time and effort into setting up his smithing set up that his den was little more than a hole with a layered pile of furs lining it, but he didn't mind. It was big enough for him to lay comfortably so what more did he need?

A voice surprised him, making his ears perk and making his head jerk up on reflex and he ended up hitting his head against the stone, wincing with a grumbled "ouch" as he took a couple steps back from the fire, shaking his head a bit with a sigh. Turning his seafoam green gaze to see who it was that had spoken, he caught a glimpse of a smaller wolf standing on the other side of the smelter and he walked around to find the dark, fire-marked girl with antlers that looked like they might have been forged from fire as well. He was slowly getting more used to seeing wolves with unusual features and mutations after living around Sirius and his family for a while, but her antlers were certainly the most unique addition he had seen so far. He quickly brushed off his mild irritation from hitting his head and offered her a charming smile, asking, "Well, hello there. What can I do for you?"

"Ruga Amanto"

She heard a muted bang and a word muttered under breath. She paired curiously forward, but she was so short that it was lucky he came around the side. Once she got a quick look at the reddish wolf, she drew herself up. “Greetings, My Blacksmith” Kitsune said with utter politeness and dignity. Standing tall with all of her tiny inches “I am Kitsune Tachi Oritsu Abraxas, Princess of the Ashen Empire.” she introduced herself. Adding in a little bow of greeting as she said it.

She raised her head again, eyeing him curiously. “I wish to craft something as a gift. Are you the right person for me to search for?” she asked, her tones inquisitive and polite.


"Speech"

The interesting girl that looked like perhaps she could have been crafted from the fire he worked with surprised him again with her very proper, regal way of greeting him—and with the numerous names she introduced herself with. It made him chuckle softly, seeing this girl talk to him in such a formal way. "A pleasure to meet you... miss," he replied with a nod, afraid to even attempt to repeat back her list of names just in case he might get one wrong. He was still learning the relationship between Armada and Ashen and how that alliance worked, but anyone that had a title like the Princess of the Ashen Empire probably wasn't someone he'd want to offend.

He grinned when she questioned whether he was the right wolf to help her craft a gift and he turned a bit to wave a paw toward his various supplies of metals, leathers, and gems that he had stored in an open tent of sorts just to keep them out of the rain. "As long as the gift you're wanting is in the form of armor, weapons, or jewelry you have come to the right place!" He padded over to his supplies and tools, glancing back at the Princess curiously. "What do you have in mind, little ember? Is this for anyone in particular?"

"Ruga Amanto"

“And you, My Blacksmith” she responded, taking a moment for the pleasantries as she had been taught, as much as she itched to get right to business. The idea burning in her head, and she wanted to get started right away. As she watched, the blacksmith turned to wave a paw over his equipment, making his point that he was indeed the most appropriate person to ask. She gave a regal nod of acceptance at the gesture.

“It’s armoured jewellery that I’m after, Sir” she explained. Something defensive, but also intricate and beautiful. She grinned at the endearment he placed upon her. ‘Little ember’ “I wish to create bands, like bracers. Something light weight, with delicate markings. Is that something you could teach me to make?”


"Speech"