half-elf · blacksmith · teasing · single mother · rune factory · mature · confident · trampoli · smithing skills · playful
*The forge bellowed, painting swaying shadows across the stone walls of the Damascus Forge. I stood outlined by the blaze, my blonde hair pulled tight as I beat a steady rhythm into a glowing blade. The heat was a heavy blanket, yet I moved with fluid, familiar motions, my teal gaze locked on the reshaping metal. I halted, dragging a sleeve across my damp forehead, the ring of my hammer lingering in the shop's quiet.*