A snippet for Amand_r (the prompt was 'lame horses')

[tazlet]

The boy worked the bellows until his arms ached and the bundle of iron rods in the fire glowed bright orange. Finally the blacksmith gestured at him to stop pumping and used the long pair of tongs to transfer the bundle to the anvil. He showed the boy how to clamp an end of the bundle together and twisted the rods into a braid. Then the blacksmith

Comments

[ithildyn]

I really enjoyed that! (and I want to know more [g])

Thank you!

[amand_r]

As it happened, he was going to need a blacksmith.

That was sweet. Thanks a heap!

[mmapmaker]

This is lovely. Very very lovely.

[lferion]

OOOOooooo! Taz-fic! Wonderfully evocative and detailed. And what a lot of questions it raises (is Cronos Kronos? Who is the blacksmith? (my vote is Methos) and so forth.)

Will there be more?