preforging, wizard's reflections...
One aspect of being a wizard was that some things could not be completely expressed in words. It was possible to approximate, to make comparisons, but perceptions like the Sight or soulgazing were unique and couldn't fit easily into speech. They had to be experienced to be understood.
Luccio couldn't have said why she felt driven to work on this project. She'd only had hints. A recurring, brief vision of a woman's hands(hers) holding a sword on the anvil as it was heated.
The feeling of urgency, of a sense that this needed to be done, didn't fade when the image did.
The design she created, drew on paper with precise measurements before she so much as set foot in Milliways' forge, wasn't one of the Wardens' silver blades. Yet she found herself planning for a sword that clearly wasn't a training blade or decoration. This schiavona would be forged to be used in battle. By her? Or someone else?
She suspected, the latter, but she could wait to find out.
Well, she'd done this sort of forgework before, though normally she'd have worked with one of the other Wardens or her apprentices. Forging wasn't easy even with help.
Lacking that, it also wouldn't be the first time she'd improvised. When one could influence fire and air, it wasn't terribly hard to "persuade" a fire to stay hot, even without someone manning a bellows.
She was looking forward to it, she realized, while she got the necessary supplies. She liked feeling busy and useful, using the skills she had.
The change in her wizardly abilities had left her feeling maimed, but the
damnedtohellshehoped Corpsetaker hadn't robbed her of this.
Normally her duties as a teacher would occupy the bulk of her time. However, not here. Or not yet. She didn't feel she'd known most of her Milliways acquaintances long enough, to even suggest the possibility of Seeing if any
could learn her style of wizardry. Trust was needed, on both sides, and respect for the sort of power even a low-level practitioner
would gain.
Luccio obtained a billet of American 5160 steel, coal for the firing, and carried them out to the forge.
Luccio couldn't have said why she felt driven to work on this project. She'd only had hints. A recurring, brief vision of a woman's hands(hers) holding a sword on the anvil as it was heated.
The feeling of urgency, of a sense that this needed to be done, didn't fade when the image did.
The design she created, drew on paper with precise measurements before she so much as set foot in Milliways' forge, wasn't one of the Wardens' silver blades. Yet she found herself planning for a sword that clearly wasn't a training blade or decoration. This schiavona would be forged to be used in battle. By her? Or someone else?
She suspected, the latter, but she could wait to find out.
Well, she'd done this sort of forgework before, though normally she'd have worked with one of the other Wardens or her apprentices. Forging wasn't easy even with help.
Lacking that, it also wouldn't be the first time she'd improvised. When one could influence fire and air, it wasn't terribly hard to "persuade" a fire to stay hot, even without someone manning a bellows.
She was looking forward to it, she realized, while she got the necessary supplies. She liked feeling busy and useful, using the skills she had.
The change in her wizardly abilities had left her feeling maimed, but the
damnedtohellshehoped Corpsetaker hadn't robbed her of this.
Normally her duties as a teacher would occupy the bulk of her time. However, not here. Or not yet. She didn't feel she'd known most of her Milliways acquaintances long enough, to even suggest the possibility of Seeing if any
could learn her style of wizardry. Trust was needed, on both sides, and respect for the sort of power even a low-level practitioner
would gain.
Luccio obtained a billet of American 5160 steel, coal for the firing, and carried them out to the forge.