BLOODSUCKER ☆ first blacksmithing attempt

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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Perhaps for obvious reasons the dealer wasn't very interested in blacksmithing.  Crafting anything truly... She had little drive for.  She could still appreciate the work others made but, she doubted she'd ever put too much effort into putting her own paws to such things.  Her most artistic endeavors were usually sandcastles.  Something she hadn't made in a little while.

Still.  She wore the necklace Salem made for her.  The seashell carved into a 'ilima.  She kept the sword Hushsound crafted for her.  She kept all of the wood carvings her father made.  Most of what she owned... Had been made by others.  Its what made them valuable.

And truthfully... Even if something didn't come out right... It was still special when it was made with care.  At least, that's how Keona felt.  Handcrafted things carried a bit of their crafter in them.  Their love.  Their spirit.  So as perked ears caught disappointment, the wolf frowned for a moment.

A first attempt.  Well.  She breathed out softly, shaking her head. "I think it looks perfect." Spoken bluntly without much forethought.  Blatant disregard to the obvious.  Honestly.  She knew Lumia had been excited about smithing, so clearly whatever she made had been made with love.  Thus, it had value beyond its initial appearance.

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