Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Nine is three, three times. (Three!)

Feathers rustle behind him as sparse rays of moonlight shine in through the cracked windows at the top of the forge. Hineni hammers away, the sparks shining out with the same intensity and focus as the gleam that is present in his eyes as he focuses at his work. Undistracted by the noises, by the sensations all around himself, he has to remind himself to blink more than once as he is so engrossed in his craft that he often finds himself forgetting to wet his eyes, forgetting to breathe.

 

Short-swords are great and all, but he needs a few hours to make one of those. Same with a long-sword, or an axe, or god forbid a mace. He hates making maces. You’d think sticking a big lump of metal to a stick would be an easy task, but it’s such a huge pain in the ass that he never takes those jobs, even if they pay well.

 

But a dagger? A knife? With some of his ready-made bits and pieces, he can have a new one done in two hours, give or take. In one and a half hours, if he remembers to breathe and doesn’t have to constantly take breaks because of how dizzy he’s getting. The daggers are more material-saving to make as well, as the blade and handle are made out of the same single piece of metal, rather than being two pieces combined together like his swords are.

 

This is his third one already. He’s been at it with this feverish intensity ever since he got back down to the forge.

 

Feathers rustle behind him as the hammer strikes out against the metal once more, landing the final strike on the dagger. Obscura accompanies him in the forge, having eventually greeted him after his return in her not exactly human, but humanish form and now she prances around behind him, waltzing through the forge in some kind of odd dance, as if his hammering was some kind of music for her to sway to.

 

He thought it was cute at first, then he said it was dangerous to do here, inside of the forge. But the owl seems to just kind of want to do whatever she wants anyways, so he’s just been ignoring her and focusing on his task. It sounds like healthy form of cohabitation to him.

 

“Keewik~” hoots Obscura, making an unusual noise that he very much chooses to ignore. Apparently, she is moving in with him. Is that weird? In a way, yes. In another way, no, but also, yes.

 

It’s complicated.

 

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