ostro_goth: (x Forge - hammering)
Teja son of Tagila ([personal profile] ostro_goth) wrote2013-10-18 11:02 am

OOM: In the forge, for Jean Valjean

[[OOC: Immediately following this conversation]]

Teja is in the forge this evening, sharpening a new blade on his whetstone by the window.

Work goes slower without Javert; but then, on the other hand, the Goth has no war to outfit now, and he can make his swords at his leisure. This one is light and narrow, a thing that would have been used in the rennaissance or beyond, not a heavy medieval longsword.

The fire is burning low but steady, and the cats are sleeping by the hearth-stones, all four of them rolled up, with only one or two watchful eyes cracked open when a visitor enters.
road_to_calvary: (Madeleine - Listening)

[personal profile] road_to_calvary 2013-10-18 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He raises an eyebrow here - something else is expected to happen? But that is not his affair either, and he will not pry into any further circumstances without first meeting his old adversary.

'That is your choice, of course. Tell me then, how I will recognise this doctor, should the need to meet with him arise.'
road_to_calvary: (Another Story Must Begin)

[personal profile] road_to_calvary 2013-10-18 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
'Thank you. I will give the matter some thought. And again, I thank you for speaking with me on this subject.'

He bows shortly, and then straightens his coat.

'No doubt we will meet again. Good evening, Teja.'
Edited 2013-10-18 22:38 (UTC)
road_to_calvary: (Thoughtful)

[personal profile] road_to_calvary 2013-10-18 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
'I should like that very much.'

If there is ever such a time where dire, painful things do not rear their heads.

'But you are right; it seems it is God's will to have us delay. So be it. There is time enough.'

A smile then, brief but genuine, and he slips out of the door.
Edited 2013-10-18 22:48 (UTC)