Finding the Frame...

“What’s next?” Thornmael hummed in thought, “ah yes, the frame! Those materials won’t do you any good without a frame to shape ‘em into.” He grins and walks over to a row of different weapons on their respective mounts, along with less common frames.

Fuki couldn’t help but begin to grow giddy just from picking the materials alone, ears perked up and eyes glistening. “My own weapon…” it wasn’t something she ever really thought of obtaining. She never really favored the idea of a fight, a lot of her practice when she was a hatchling was rather sloppy. She could still remember the loud sigh that her father gave her when she opted to use a stick to draw in the sand instead of swinging at the dummy in the backyard. ‘You’ll never be able to hold your own if you can’t swing a sword!’ he would yell…she didn’t want to swing a sword anyway.

The little angel was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a soft whistle come from Thornmael. “Oh--!” She quickly walked over with a light tint of embarrassment on her cheeks.

Fuki glances at the different frames on display, her expression less than pleasant when she sees the swords.

The older cherub only grins, “try whatever you’d like! The form your weapon takes is very important, so make sure you’re confident with it in your hands!”

Fuki looks at the blacksmith for a moment, ears flicking as she listens to him. If it weren’t for the encouragement he had in his voice, she probably would have slinked off to take another nap by the fire…but she’s already picked out material. Plus, it would just lessen her pride if she left without something.

“…any of them?” Fuki asks. Thornmael replied with a nod, sitting down a bit away so the other would have the room to figure it out.

Fuki looks at the different forms. A sword, a dagger, a lance, a bow, a hammer…there were so many to choose from. She bit her lip and reached to take a sword at first, the most stereotypical weapon seen by a warrior. However, she had as much trouble as she expected. Whether it was because she was just weak or because it was genuinely too large didn’t matter to her…she disliked the feeling of having to carry it in her mouth just to get a proper balance.

Ugh. She could feel her arms grow heavy from the weight of the weapon, dropping the blade with little care before looking at the row again. Thornmael frowns slightly, “Hey! Don’t go throwing those around ‘less you want to pay for them.”

The little cherub flinched at the other calling her out, giving Thornmael an immature smile in return. “S-sorry!” Her smile quickly grew shy when she had remembered this was more than just her father’s collection…it was a total stranger who was probably more than willing to charge a person if they weren’t careful. Suddenly she remembered the nerves that came with wielding a weapon.

She continued to stand there gawkily for a while, too shy to touch another weapon for fear she might handle it wrong. It was enough of an energy shift to grab her tanuki’s attention; Ibuki suddenly had stopped in his tracks to look at his owner. With a small chitter he ran over and pounced onto the cherub’s back, sniffing at her face.

Fuki offers the tanuki a small smile, nuzzling into the creature with a wag of her tail. “You done playing already?” She asks, Ibuki responding with a content chirp. However, its attention didn’t remain with the cherub long, Ibuki’s eyes locking directly on the display bow.

Almost immediately, the tanuki shot from Fuki’s shoulder and ran for the bow. Crap. She quickly scrambled after Ibuki, sweeping him up off the ground before dragging him away from the weapons. “Bad tanuki! Do you want to lose nap time all because you chewed that up??”

The tanuki looked less than threatened, simply yawning in response as it glanced at the bow again. Fuki huffs at the response, only to look at the bow on display. A bow was…probably the lightest weapon you could get besides a dagger. It came with the problem of a quill and arrows, but it was still better than having to swing at anything she supposed…

Fuki sighs and looks at the bow, picking it up before pulling at the string to test the strength needed to draw it. It didn’t seem too terribly bad after all. That, and she didn’t want to spend any longer looking like an anxious fool in front of the older angel. “I-I think I want this one…”

Thornmael looks up from petting his Griffon, cheerful at the other finally making a choice. “A bow! Good for if you want to keep your distance, and very good for maneuverability. Alright! Let’s get to the next part.”