Pure of Heart

Morning had dawned bright and clear, a song within the heart of the smith that had smiled at the vivid light. She left her bed, making her way to her kitchen to gather breakfast and coffee. There was an itching in her bones that was not going away. A desire to create, to make something beautiful. This draw that was calling her from the forge in her shop.

Finishing her breakfast, Uzi did her usual clean up of her home. One never knew if someone was going to appear and she didn’t want to be seen as slacking since she had only recently returned to her home. When she finished, she headed right to where the siren call was strongest. All of her creations that she deemed worthy were resting like gems in a room just beyond her forge. Each was lovingly polished and razor sharp. Uzi was too much of a perfectionist to allow even a single flawed work to make it to the world around her, not that she had sold any since she had returned.

Heading to a chest in the corner, she selected bars of meteorite and a high carbon steel. She began to lay them together, eyes picking out flaws that she could work out and the colors that would erupt in the Damascus. With a smile, she began to heat and weld the different metals together to create a billet. Once she had the metals combined and working together to her satisfaction, she paused.

"What are you creating today?" Came a voice behind her. She turned her splashed face toward the burnt orange canine and smiled gently.

"I am not completely sure… I am thinking a dagger with the metal composition and the size of the billet. Maybe a pair of throwing knives… That could be a pretty pair." She was murmuring her words, her eyes dancing over the materials before her as she tried to decide. The maned wolf disappeared as she split the billet in half and began to draw them out into the rough shape. There was an art to her work, a dance that seemed to take place around her as she worked. 

Hours flew by, her mind fully into her craft. When she finally paused, it was lunch time and she had two well formed throwing knives. After a break, it would be time to create handles and then work on finishing them. Setting them down, she left her forge and went to find a quick meal that she could use to sustain her work. 


"Uzuri"
"Neema"
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Notes: Open for any <3 She is losing herself in the craft of forging <3