Maker's Mark || Forging && Weapons

[ATTICUS]

▹▹▹▹ The ring of a hammer upon metal continued, even as Atticus registered the sound of pawsteps and a voice behind him, his ear turning faintly to consider the noise as he kept working, his face stern in concentration for a time. For a few moments, perhaps, it would likely seem as though he was ignoring the people now behind him, asking questions, but after a time, as the red hue of the metal began to die down, he carefully set the piece of metal further away, given it would still hold some heat, before he turned. For a moment, his gaze flickered over the two of them, likely considering for a few moments before he inhaled slightly. "Forging," the answer came simply. "A few practice pieces to get the feel for it again," he explained firstly to Vincent before his gaze shifted towards Billie, offering a touch of a shrug with his words. "It takes practice," he admitted, "Like most everything. The hardest part is figuring out what you have to do to make what you want... So you don't crack the metal and such. Or burn yourself, mostly."

//ackk this is short i'm sorry

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