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lassavus
Solarflare often spent his time as a hatchling making things. He used wood and pelts to craft magnificent forts and machines. His ability to craft anything from nothing became well-known within the clan.
However, he was discontented with his lack of control over the materials. If he tried to bend a stick, more often than not it would break and all he would get for his trouble was a palm full of wood splinters. Pelts could only drape over things, they had no structure of their own.
One day, traders came in to town, a now grown Solarflare heard the ringing of metal on metal, and smelled the smoke of the hot fire. Curious, he wandered closer to the noise and discovered a booth. Smoke billowed from the entrance, and he walked cautiously in.
Inside, he saw a dragon, face blackened by smoke except where her goggles covered her eyes. She was single-handedly operating a bellows and hammering the captivating red metal at the same time. The peal of the hammer as it looks pounded the metal into a shape that only the blacksmith knew, rang in his ears and stayed there.
He watched silently, the tongues of flame reflecting in his eyes. The blacksmith continued her hammering, choosing to ignore him. Smoke whirled around him, softly whispering the secrets of the flame.
Eventually, the female skydancer gave a grunt of frustration, grabbed the hot metal with a pair of tongs, and plunged it into a nearby bucket of water. She clearly hadn't been able to coax the shape had wanted from the unyielding metal. She pulled her goggles down, off her face, revealing unusual golden irises that glowed slightly like embers.
When pressed on why he was here Solarflare explained that he had simply followed the sound of the hammering. He asked if it was possible that he could try hammering a sheet of metal into submission.
The skydancer sized him up critically, then she tossed him the hammer. It was heavier than expected, and Solarflare nearly dropped it on his foot. The skydancer smirked. She placed a red sheet of metal on the anvil before him.
He hefted the heavy hammer and brought it down hard. The metal barely yielded. He tried swinging at an angle and was rewarded with a satisfying crumple. He swung with increased fury and the metal finally smoothed with every swing. He knew exactly where to swing to get what shape. He forged a rough, but functional, shield.
The skydancer stepped back, impressed. Solarflare had intimate talent.
After that first experience, Solarflare found himself longing for the stifling smoke an scorching heat of the flame. He approached the skydancer and asked if he could be apprenticed. A curt yes sparked their partnership.
He learned and practiced. Soon, the student had surpassed the master, and he took over as the main blacksmith of the duo.
Over the years, he has improved tremendously, fashioning massive war-hammers and delicate leaves with equal skill and dexterity. He is blessed with this instinctual talent by the Flamecaller, and never fails to thank her for his talents before forging anything.
....sorry it's rough. I only had ten minutes to spend on it... If I adopt him it will improve.
The Skydancer in question lives in my lair. She doesn't have a mate yet...
