Zasha could not help but wonder about the somewhat distant Badger. He was definitely imposing, and despite his friendly nature. She had not one doubt that he could cut someone down to size with words alone. As he directed his attention to her once more, she could not help but clear her startled throat. After all, he had pretty much spoke exactly what she was thinking in that she was kind of nervous. What hit her the most had not been those words oddly enough... it was his comment about forgetting how to get along with people that really made her feel mystified. "It's odd, Master Blacksmith... you have lost your vision, yet you seem to be able to see what most people cannot" she said. Her voice somewhat shaky, but not so much with fear as it was amazement.
Looking over at the cooling blade, her nose twitched as her ear tended too. This time, it was out of disappointment for the unfinished work. It was not made from some high level material... it was definitely no steel. This iron blade was far from being one of her best pieces, as she had not even gotten to put any design on it and it did not even have a pommel or hilt. It was just a fraction of the finished beauty she had envisioned it to be. Of course, she put her blood, sweat and tears if it came down to it in her weaponry. No, it was more then that and more than even her art.. Realizing it was foolish to be disappointed in something she put her spirit into making. Her fingers touched the blade to see if it had cooled, and she grunted approvingly as she pulled the warm iron from its spot. As gently as could be, she wrapped it up only lightly in a soft cloth so it was easy to unravel and made her way down to Axton. "Master Blacksmith, raise your hands and you can observe the blade I was crafting by touch." Her voice shook just as much as before, but it was still surprisingly strong at the same time.
"I have been behind in my orders and there is no excuse for that, but I would never dream of putting any less work into any one of the things I create, because that would dishonor the blade and it's wielder and that would dishonor my mentors spirit." She shrugged her strong shoulders and spoke once more "Not to mention, I would not want to place any less work into it even if I had too." Hopefully Axton did not find her way of speaking odd, and she hoped he did not find her words about honor much odder in this context. It was how she was brought up by her mentor in the time they had known one another before the old smith had passed. It was how her thoughts were, so there was no possible way of changing that if even by a little. Zasha held out the wrapped blade for him, and took a deep breath. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered how in such short time, such an anti-social wolf such as her could fall for someone... be left by them... then be confronted by a Master Blacksmith. The Master Blacksmith who was named Axton no less, her surprise running high despite living in the same city as him.
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