Satchel is less cautious than Elion. She has no fear. Still, the actual forge is hot enough even from a distance that she's smart enough to avoid it. Barcus deposits her in the lounge, but she'll probably come investigate whenever Gadriel arrives with Elion. Cat friend! If only she had wings, too...
Please no one give Satchel wings, it would be a disaster.
Barcus is actually shirtless at the forge due to the heat, but there's a leather apron protecting his chest. It still leaves his back and arms bare, and sadly his physique is not as chiseled as Gadriel's, but there's enough wiry muscle in his shoulders to give him some credibility as a smith. Also a few scars on his lower back.
"Hello, Sergeant!" he greets warmly. "And you too, Elion. Mm...I'm just heating the ingot right now, so we have time to chat while that goes on."
((ooc: I know so little about smithing, please forgive the vagueness))
>action, switching to prose format but you do you!
Date: 2025-08-30 02:26 pm (UTC)Please no one give Satchel wings, it would be a disaster.Barcus is actually shirtless at the forge due to the heat, but there's a leather apron protecting his chest. It still leaves his back and arms bare, and sadly his physique is not as chiseled as Gadriel's, but there's enough wiry muscle in his shoulders to give him some credibility as a smith. Also a few scars on his lower back.
"Hello, Sergeant!" he greets warmly. "And you too, Elion. Mm...I'm just heating the ingot right now, so we have time to chat while that goes on."
((ooc: I know so little about smithing, please forgive the vagueness))