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(For best results, imagine the following story being read by Logan Cunningham, AKA the Narrator/Rucks from the video game Bastion)
One of the things that most of us remember about her, aside from the obvious, of course, was the many cross-shaped pendants she wore. When she started wearing the dress Liana made for her, she left them in her room with the rest of her things. Occasionally she would wear a few of them, typically when she went off to just sit under a tree and enjoy the warm summer weather. In the quieter moments, she sometimes would carve a new one from wood, stringing it on a length of twine.
Naturally, we were curious about them, having never seen jewelry like that before. When we asked her about them, however, she was a little reluctant to say much. I don’t pretend to understand most of what she said, but I do remember her saying something about her father and a little about her brother, though she never outright called him that. All we could tell was that she loved both very much and these little crosses reminded her of them.
Now, here in Jalmira we believe that when our loved ones depart this world, they never truly leave us. They remain with us, so long as we keep their memory alive in our hearts and minds. Everyone here has a small place where they keep things that remind us of those good times: jewelry they always wore, tools they often used, little things that they made or kept with them. When our visitor told us about her necklaces, we at least understood that much. We didn’t press her for any more details and left her to speak to her family in her own way, knowing that when she was ready to tell us more, she would.
That’s not to say she spent her entire time in somber reflection. Quite the opposite, in fact. There were a few things that she wasn’t willing to tell us or share, but we’ve come to expect that from all visitors to our village, so it didn’t bother us much. As to what those questions were, well, I’ll get to that later.
One of the people she seemed to get along with right away was Perin, one of our blacksmiths. He’s been working at the forge ever since he could swing a hammer, and he can make practically anything out of metal, from knives and kettles to fishhooks and fancy rings. He even once made an entire canoe out of metal, just to show that he could make metal float. He was also one of the strongest in the village, and there were quite a few that fancied those strong, shapely arms of his, despite all the scars he carried that comes with working near white-hot coals and molten metal every day. Many of us thought that he had taken a fancy to our visitor, and maybe he did, but I think the truth is more that he was happy to meet someone who could appreciate good metalwork and talk to him about the finer points of blacksmithing. Our visitor wasn’t much of a smith herself, but she had seen and learned a lot in her travels, even passing on a few techniques to Perin that he seemed real eager to try.
Over the course of a few short weeks, the two developed a strong friendship. She would spend a lot of time at the forge helping him with his work, and he in turn spent a lot of his free time with her, showing her around and telling her about life in the village. I think he learned the most about our visitor out of all of us, though he didn’t say much, most likely out of respect for his friend’s wishes.
One day, he decides to make her something. He was quite excited about this new project of his, and he worked just as hard to conceal what it was as much as actually creating it. For a couple of days, all of his free time was spent working on this little present.
Finally, he invites his friend over just as he’s putting the finishing touches on it. He holds it up, still a little warm from the forge: a small metal cross, decorated with intricate filigree and complete with a necklace of fine chain links. It was an impressive piece of work, and he was understandably quite proud of it. I’m not sure if he knew more about our visitor’s father or brother than the rest of us, but I’m quite sure he did right by them. She was quite impressed, and wore it every day since then. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a warmer smile from her.
Or a bigger one on Perin’s face, for that matter. Heh, perhaps he was rather sweet on her after all. Who could tell with the young ones anymore, anyways? I left all that behind years ago.
Part three of Three's adventures in Jalmira. An old hand at the village's forge puts his skills to work to make a small gift for Three.
Three belongs to
genesisw Send your comments and favs on the artwork itself to http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9420158/
One of the things that most of us remember about her, aside from the obvious, of course, was the many cross-shaped pendants she wore. When she started wearing the dress Liana made for her, she left them in her room with the rest of her things. Occasionally she would wear a few of them, typically when she went off to just sit under a tree and enjoy the warm summer weather. In the quieter moments, she sometimes would carve a new one from wood, stringing it on a length of twine.
Naturally, we were curious about them, having never seen jewelry like that before. When we asked her about them, however, she was a little reluctant to say much. I don’t pretend to understand most of what she said, but I do remember her saying something about her father and a little about her brother, though she never outright called him that. All we could tell was that she loved both very much and these little crosses reminded her of them.
Now, here in Jalmira we believe that when our loved ones depart this world, they never truly leave us. They remain with us, so long as we keep their memory alive in our hearts and minds. Everyone here has a small place where they keep things that remind us of those good times: jewelry they always wore, tools they often used, little things that they made or kept with them. When our visitor told us about her necklaces, we at least understood that much. We didn’t press her for any more details and left her to speak to her family in her own way, knowing that when she was ready to tell us more, she would.
That’s not to say she spent her entire time in somber reflection. Quite the opposite, in fact. There were a few things that she wasn’t willing to tell us or share, but we’ve come to expect that from all visitors to our village, so it didn’t bother us much. As to what those questions were, well, I’ll get to that later.
One of the people she seemed to get along with right away was Perin, one of our blacksmiths. He’s been working at the forge ever since he could swing a hammer, and he can make practically anything out of metal, from knives and kettles to fishhooks and fancy rings. He even once made an entire canoe out of metal, just to show that he could make metal float. He was also one of the strongest in the village, and there were quite a few that fancied those strong, shapely arms of his, despite all the scars he carried that comes with working near white-hot coals and molten metal every day. Many of us thought that he had taken a fancy to our visitor, and maybe he did, but I think the truth is more that he was happy to meet someone who could appreciate good metalwork and talk to him about the finer points of blacksmithing. Our visitor wasn’t much of a smith herself, but she had seen and learned a lot in her travels, even passing on a few techniques to Perin that he seemed real eager to try.
Over the course of a few short weeks, the two developed a strong friendship. She would spend a lot of time at the forge helping him with his work, and he in turn spent a lot of his free time with her, showing her around and telling her about life in the village. I think he learned the most about our visitor out of all of us, though he didn’t say much, most likely out of respect for his friend’s wishes.
One day, he decides to make her something. He was quite excited about this new project of his, and he worked just as hard to conceal what it was as much as actually creating it. For a couple of days, all of his free time was spent working on this little present.
Finally, he invites his friend over just as he’s putting the finishing touches on it. He holds it up, still a little warm from the forge: a small metal cross, decorated with intricate filigree and complete with a necklace of fine chain links. It was an impressive piece of work, and he was understandably quite proud of it. I’m not sure if he knew more about our visitor’s father or brother than the rest of us, but I’m quite sure he did right by them. She was quite impressed, and wore it every day since then. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a warmer smile from her.
Or a bigger one on Perin’s face, for that matter. Heh, perhaps he was rather sweet on her after all. Who could tell with the young ones anymore, anyways? I left all that behind years ago.
Part three of Three's adventures in Jalmira. An old hand at the village's forge puts his skills to work to make a small gift for Three.
Three belongs to
genesisw Send your comments and favs on the artwork itself to http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9420158/
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