Same old routine.
Arrive at the smithy, open the smithy up, start the fires, and begin melting ores. While it was a job that could be full of glamour, it was for the most part...boring. You often did the same thing, day in, and day out. However, if you took pride in your work, if you so desired it, if you were a person who had been raised to believe that your job was very important, it didn't get...tedious. That was the problem with some jobs. It got tedious. While she herself really loved her job, it could...become tedious. Sometimes you just wanted to do something else. Make something else. It was all well and good the Army thought her work was good enough to use, but...there were times when she got no joy from making weapons.
Unless it was a special weapon that would be treasured and passed down through generations.
A lot of her work would go unappreciated.
She wanted a few things that people would put on their mantle pieces and admire from time to time, something that perhaps a noble would buy...granted, she could also make very cheap sculptures no doubt that almost anyone in Connlaoth could afford. While the apprentices were away for today, perhaps she could try to get something done that wasn't about making multiple copies of the same boring object. Swords, Knives, and Guns, no real imagination, they all their own little moulds to use, not to mention that the wood had to be precise. The question was...what to make? What COULD she make. Her father never taught her how to make anything else, he always told her to be proud of the weapons she made, knowing that they would save lives...
Sure, she was proud of that, but...still. She wanted to be proud of something else.
She decided to just try and make something simple at first...the question was...what was simple? A horse! That's what she would try! Mid afternoon rolled around and a string of curses were flowing from the smithy. Sitting behind a whet stone wheel was the young woman, dressed in coveralls, with large leather boots. The young woman, who seemed like she shouldn't be cursing, was holding in her hand a very...very strange object. Sure, it looked like a four legged creature, but it had a head, and legs like little blades. The horse was severely messed up looking. She saw her reflection in the horse, her strange brown hair, cut into a pixie style was all messed up and wild looking.
"Fucking stupid horse!" With an angry growl, which...sounded like a kitten growling, the horse was thrown across the shop, clattering to the ground after bouncing off the wall. Now she sat there, her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at what was supposed to be a horse on the floor. That hadn't gone the way she wanted to, not in the least. Her mood was a little ruined now, though she still had the last bit of the day. She would have to find something that would cheer herself up now.
She still had a gun that needed to be tested. That would always cheer her up!
Just a few minutes later, she had one of the guns set up on a stand, filled with four times the gunpowder it would usually use. This was standard of course. If the gun survived, it could be given to the military, after she etched her symbols into it to say it was her weapon. She of course had devised a sort of metal door that she could hide behind while she set off the gunpowder. She stood in front of the gun, setting up a string around the trigger system to pull it behind her metal door. She was always nervous about this because...so many things could go wrong...including...the weapon exploding, or a customer walking in and having a heart attack from the loud noise.
Stranger things could have happened!
She stood behind the door and took a very deep breath. "Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! Fire in the HOLE!" And with that, she pulled the string. Quickly she covered her ears, knowing how loud it would be in her smithy. It took a second for the flint to light up the charge, but there it was...the very loud gunshot. As soon as the gunshot rang through the smithy, there was a rather large smile on her face. She loved doing that. Plus, there was no other noises! That meant the gun was intact.
Ahhh, that...that was fun.
