Her own place, at last. A sigh was emitied as she feel onto the wooden bench that she placed for costumers. She looked around again, a smile on the 17 year olds normally still lips. It was a medium sized smithy, wonderfully equipped with everything she needed. A dragon perch was next to the large stone forge, and her two foot tall purple dragon preened their happily. A connecting stable was next to the smithy, with six stables making it roomy for passing customers horses. Her gray war horse, Damoani, munched happily on oats, and she already had her first order.
The tall thin girl rose off the bench, brushing short black hair out of her eyes. All 130 pounds of muscle moved lightly, and with ease, acoustemed to all 7 feet and 3 inches of herself. Green-hazel eyes scanned the room to find Sandrin, the dragon, and she gave a sigh when she found him nestled in the coals of her forge. Robens large calloused hands twitched at the dragon, firm mouth twisted in a scowl. "Get out of their Sandrin! I need you to light it up. I need to make some nails. Come on." He grumped at her, but clambered out, balancing on the end of the stone corner. Coughing, he got the fire started, and she nodded as he settled down, blowing on it to keep it steady.
Grabbing a handful of long, thin iron rods, she carried over to the fire, and put them in to heat. Giving them a few moments, she waited, and then pulled one out of the fire bare handed. The heat felt good, and she let it wash over her before carring them over to the anvil. Using her hammer, she tapped a groove into the first iron rod. Smiling, she jammed the pointed end of the rod into a hole in the metal lump called a nail header, she gave the iron a hard twist. The rod broke off neatly where she had cut the groove into. Putting the longer peice rod aside, she put a flat head on her nail with a hard and quick hammer-blow. Lifting the nail header tool at the back of the anvil, she upended it, her finished nail dropped into the water bucket, producing a tiny hiss. The remainder of the first rod went in the fire to begin heating, and she grabbed the next iron rod to begin again.
