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milliways_bar2008-12-15 08:42 pm
ostro_goth) wrote in milliways_bar2008-12-15 08:42 pm
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Forge post
Having made sure that his sign is still there, on the notice board, and not covered by other notices, Teja goes to the forge early in the day, to start his work.
It is a cold day, with snow on the ground, and not much light all through the day; it is less than a week to the solstice. Hence, the cats are inside, by the forge fire, rolled up in an empty log basket, in a pile that is white in parts, and stripey in parts, and overall very furry. A triangular ear is sticking out here and there, or the tip o a tail, or a paw; and from time to time, one turns and yawns, showing small but powerful predator fangs, and then goes back to sleep.
Teja is working quietly, sitting at his work-bench and polishing pieces made from layered precious metal, folded like blade-steel; the colourful material calls for simple, stylised shapes, smooth forms instead of complex, naturalistic finery; but Teja has learned to design such shapes even when he was young, as the Goths had picked up that style in the eastern lands where they had lived in peace before the Huns unsettled them. They had not had such wood-grained layered metals, that is a new technique Teja learned of from the artisans of Japan; but if he makes things of them that would have been made of wood, among his people and their neighbours, then the overall effect will feel comfortable and traditional, combining two traditions that mean much to him.
The door is open, though, and all visitors, be they customers or just curious, friends or strangers, will be welcome in the warm forge, on this cold day.-
[[OOC: The usual -- forge post open until it scrolls off the page!]]
It is a cold day, with snow on the ground, and not much light all through the day; it is less than a week to the solstice. Hence, the cats are inside, by the forge fire, rolled up in an empty log basket, in a pile that is white in parts, and stripey in parts, and overall very furry. A triangular ear is sticking out here and there, or the tip o a tail, or a paw; and from time to time, one turns and yawns, showing small but powerful predator fangs, and then goes back to sleep.
Teja is working quietly, sitting at his work-bench and polishing pieces made from layered precious metal, folded like blade-steel; the colourful material calls for simple, stylised shapes, smooth forms instead of complex, naturalistic finery; but Teja has learned to design such shapes even when he was young, as the Goths had picked up that style in the eastern lands where they had lived in peace before the Huns unsettled them. They had not had such wood-grained layered metals, that is a new technique Teja learned of from the artisans of Japan; but if he makes things of them that would have been made of wood, among his people and their neighbours, then the overall effect will feel comfortable and traditional, combining two traditions that mean much to him.
The door is open, though, and all visitors, be they customers or just curious, friends or strangers, will be welcome in the warm forge, on this cold day.-
[[OOC: The usual -- forge post open until it scrolls off the page!]]