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Farore hugged then kissed Clover on the temple before the little one decided to take off. "Alright! Good Luck!" she waved. Then standing at the door with her sister. "They grow up so fast don't they?" she smiles and looks over at Nayru who still had tears in her arms. Farore puts an arm around her sister's shoulders, "She'll do fine." Then wondering if she should go and watch the pups being trained. As she thought about, Nanuq's face flashed in her brain. This caused her to nearly blush but shook her head quickly, and a pink rose bush accidently popped out of the ground to the left of their door steps. Her eyes popped at the sight. "Not again," she groaned. Lately would a pink rose bush pop out of the ground when ever she thought about Nanuq.

As courageous Farore was, she was in denial of her feelings for Nanuq. He was her best friend other then her sisters and she had grown feelings for him. Farore walked back into her house to have another glass of milk.

Yue happily allowed her to put her flowers in vase. He sat down smiling and gazing upon her beauty. When he asked "what would you like to do today?" She replied "Hmm I'm not to sure, what did you have in mind?" Yue thought a moment.

"Well, the merchants are around in our territory. I have not taken you to see them and I think you'll like it. There is a lot to see, taste, and smell. A lot of fabric and spices. It'll be fun! Wanna go?" he asked.

Yue was very excited to hear Akira say " I would love to! I could use some new fabric to complete the dress I have been working on as well as a few other things! Besides, who can turn down the chance to try different territories delicacies that they bring with them!" Which made Yue smile from ear to ear.

"Well, where we are going. It's still Moon pack territory. Although Akela and Andromeda allow vendors with permits to come into our territory and sell their goods to our pack members. There you'll find the occasional traveler. Sure, we'll meet a lot of new people and faces." he shared. "Alright, to Laurentia village we go!"

(( They'll be going to Laurentia village, Moon Pack territory. ))

Everyday, beginning an hour before sunrise. The all to recognizable sounds of a forge rank through the forest. The forge in question stood in a large clearing, a fair distance from the rest of the homes. The structure was larger than most in the area. This was partially due to the nicely size forge attached to it's back side. While the rest came with ranking. It was of simple design, but sturdy and hard like stone. The exterior was made from a mixture of Steel, and worked bark from the local trees. If not for the intense orange glow, casting dancing shadows in the predawn twilight. It would fade into it's surroundings almost seamlessly.
The occupants rise an hour before sunrise, to work the bellows. The forge must be heated to the proper temperatures in order to work iron ore into steel ingots, and ingots into weapons and armor. The pair would take turns working the bellows, and shoveling coal for hours .
Two hours past sun rise, the ringing of hammer against metal would begin. This is where we meet our annoying neighbors. The hammer wielding smith was a tall broad man, he was a bear of man to say the least. His body was toned, condensed, and tanned from years at the forge. Raven black hair was pulled back in a tight braid, so that it would not get burned.
" Alistair! The bellows are good, you take it from here."
The smith stopped his hammering to shove the raw blade back into the coals. His molten silver irises found his brother. " Alright get going babysitter....." His deep voice scratching out between dry lips, as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand.
" Screw you Ali." Came the chuckling reply of his silver haired twin. Shaking his head as he turned, and began to leave. " Mace Wait!"
Mace stopped to look over his shoulder at his brother. Now Mace was slightly smaller than his twin, due to his Lacking wolf's blood. Though he was just as fit as his great Viking of a twin. Working the bellows every morning was one hell of a workout. His onyx glazed irises fixed on Alistair, as he approached. " Ya?" Mace asked with an about-face.
When Alistair made it to him, he wore an odd expression, like amazement, worry and concern. The caused the slight arch of a single silver brow. Alistair's hands came to rest on Mace's shoulders. They locked eyes in awkward silence for several seconds. Then Alistair spoke sounding more like a parent than a brother. " I believe in you Mace Carter. You can do anything you set your mind too. Now go out there and be the best darn pupsitter you can be." He gave a Fatherly nod, and patted Mace on the shoulder.
Mace blinked a few times, and then punched his brother in the chest as hard as he could. " Try not to burn off your luscious locks dear brother." Alistair shrinks from the hit playfully. " Oooo no save me, The big bad pupsitters trying to take my lunch money." He cried in a mock woman's voice. This ended with an eruption of thunderous laughter. Mace just waved over his shoulder, as he walked away.

(( Mace exits))

Alistair shakes his head, and returns to the forge. The flames rising as he moves closer. With the same enthusiasm as those flames. The young wolf pulls the raw steel blade from the fire. A sharp metallic sound slithered through the air, as he drew it across the anvil. His free hand moved to the hammer at his belt. He raises the hammer just above his shoulder, then drives it home with all his weight, controlled.
After a few minutes of a steady rapping on the metal. Alistair begins singing in his deep bear like tones. His eyes glowing with the wild life of the forge fire. The words to the song, the tone and pitch. All seemed to be affecting both the blade itself, and the flames that danced over it. As his voice came more in tune with the ringing of metal, and the whooshing of the bellows. His hammer falls became more precise, and controlled.
Alistair had spent years perfecting his craft. The realization of his affinities had helped a great deal. Though learning to control those while simultaneously, controlling the hammer in his hand, proved to be even more challenging. He had spent time drifting from blacksmith to blacksmith, anyone that would hire him as a hand. Then he found the pack, and they taught him how to work the unique silver bark that grows on the trees of this forest. He was not particularly happy to work with the bark, seeing as it was not metal. So h instead combined it into his art form. Mining the iron himself, again his affinity for metal is very useful. As far as he knew he was the only Smith to work with steel in this pack. As a matter of fact he wasn't sure if their were any other blacksmiths anymore, well who aren't retired anyway. " Huh.." He grunted at the mental thought. With a shrug he drowned out the rest of the world, and focused on his work.

The coals of the forge were white hot. The blade he hammered while he sang, was finally taking on it's final shape. Now all that was left was the tempering, polishing and sharpening of the blade. This blade was a Celtic leaf broadsword, an inch and a half thick in the center. This design heightened the chances of a clean beheading. It's point came to a very fine point, like that of a crossbow bolt. This two was a change to the blade normal design. Broadsword are a hack and slash kind of sword, the point and bottom half of the blade is normally blunt. With these adjustments it can both carve, and thrust with devastating results.
Alistair shoved the blade back into the fire, just as someone knocked at the door. The smith raised a single brow, and sat his hammer down. " Around back!" His voice booming through the house, though was not hostile.
The large man stepped to the side wall, and opened the barn like doors a little further, so one might actually see it. The Carters had designed this home to blend just as much as the canopy homes. So even with the doors open it was often missed. Now standing there puling his gloves off his hands, as he waited to see who it might be. From the smell it was an elf, no but definitely woodies fae. A scent of forest and soil, with a slight hint of wolf. " Oh Farore the huntress." These words would be spoken seconds before she would see him. Alistair had a great memory for people, even if he had only met them once.

As the emerald maned huntress stepped around into the open, Alistair's lips puled back in a welcoming grin. He stood well over six feet in height =, and had shoulder span of three feet. " Greetings O' fair one." He gave a slight bow with his left hand turning over his sternum. Once he had straightened again, he turned back to his forge. Walking back to the anvil where he left his hammer. " Call me Alistair, love." He spoke as he looked over to the blade. It was glowing whiter than the coals around it, which means it was time for the finish. Without gloves the man reached into the coals, gripping the white hot sword hilt. He drew it forth without a single black smug. Then turned swiftly on feet, that were far lighter than one might think. The sword was plunged deep into a trough, filled with frozen blood. The blood was a mixture of stag, wolf, hawk and fish to symbolize the four elements.
In the instance the blade was submerged, steam rose in thick clouds with an evil hiss. Alistair paid close attention to the blade as it darkened to a dark grey. Now that it was cold, he drew it out and dropped into into a bath. Here it would soak for a day, he already had several waiting from the day before.
" So is there something I can help you with?" He ask turning back to the emerald woman. " Or was it my good looks, and amazing acoustics that drew you to my quaint home?" His Silver orbs found her green ones, as his lips spread into a charming smirk.

A warmhearted chuckle escaped his lips, at her words. " Confident? Why, whatever do you mean? What reason would I have to be such a despicable thing?" He says lifting a six and a half foot long sword, and four inches thick with one hand. He made sure to flex a little jokingly.
He walked around her to his work bench on the opposite wall. Here he began to polish, oil, Grip the handle with The silver bark, and Mythril. The Blade itself was a combination of Steel, Silver and Mythril. The very edge of the blade was mostly iron made steel, flecked with silver for that extra bite. The Mythril was used to both reinforce the main body of the blade, and coated the edges so that the edge held permanently once sharpened. Most would think this combination style made no sense. " Why not just work with the Mythril? Its stronger than the rest, and it's what holds and edge." Though mythril is not an allergy to wolves or fae, In fact Mythril is a metal that comes from thousands of years of fossilized fae. For some reason the blood solidifies, instead of coagulating.
" Hunting is it?" He asked as he looked up from the grip of the claymor in his lap. His eyes fell on her spear, and went wide with excitement." Is....is that a diamond headed spear?" He had not ever seen Diamond worked in such a way. Hell he had never heard of it being possible. Using diamond dust in the forging of metallic blades yes, but not a whole diamond. Alistair had to know how it was done. " Please may I see her?" His cocky exterior was suddenly replaced with a child like gleam. He sat the unfinished blade back on the table, and waited for her response.