The sun beats down as the mountains casts a shade for the kingdom below. The busy streets of Rotkara Es'La, which is hoarded by bazaars, markets, and wagons, which is filled with merchandises. Outside, the walls of Rotkara Es'La lie a peaceful village they called Novra Es'La. Farmers and others ache their bones, ensuring a proper harvest of yield for the upcoming season. In the far distance, a lone house sat atop the hill where their village's blacksmith lies.
"Oh, ye' lil' slugga!" A ginger bearded man chuckles heartily as he watches his boy play with a wooden mallet, striking the large anvil. "Be kerful na', aye?" He warns as the little boy swung another strike onto the anvil. The little boy smiles and nods vigorously and lightly taps the anvil with the wooden mallet. "Thankfulleh yer' mother was kind enuff te' mek' des wuden malet ofye'." His voice carries out a heavy Nordic-Scottish accent that almost sounds like Norn.
His laugh was deep, but carried a sweet and cheerful undertone. He stood up from his stool and approached the little boy, his own metal hammer in hand. He tucks the hammer onto his belt and knelt down to the boy's height. "How 'but ye' ol' man teach ye' how to beh e smeth, aye?"The man grabs one of his own wooden mallet on the rack above and guided the boy's hand. "Now, we sta't ba' du'n des kend of motion, aye?" The man swung his wooden mallet onto the anvil with a lot of power onto the anvil. It resonates with a ring as the wood struck the cast metal. The boy laughs at the man and grunts with all his might, only for the anvil to give a small dinking sound.
"Oh, ye' be a fyn' smeth wans ye've grown, meboy." The man chuckles and pats the boy's back. "Thanks, father." The young boy was not merely a child anymore as he've finally grown out of his childhood. "Oll in de de's wurk, meboy!" The bearded man sighs in contentment and chuckles once more and looks the boy in the eye with a proud, warm smile across his face. He walks over to one of the stools that was across the anvil and sat down, looking at the boy. He smiles warmly once more and shook his head approvingly as he glances at the boy. The boy smiles proudly back to the man and glances back to a well-built gauntlet that rests atop the anvil.
"Father! May I please try them on?" The boy's voice echo excitement, tugging on the bearded man's apron. His eyes gleams with plead as he looks at his father. He couldn't quite contain his excitement, "Please, father! I beg of you!" He knelt down onto his knees, eyes swollen as he looks at his own father with pleading eyes.
The bearded man's throat thrums as he laughs at the boy's reaction, "Er... O'right, ye' li'l weasle! Hev at it!" He chuckles, as the boy's face widens with excitement and giggles. His arms are wide with excitement as he approaches the anvil with glee. Not long before he could reach the anvil, a piercing voice of a girl pierces through the workshop, making him pause in his tracks, "Hmph! Why does it have to be you to try them on first?" His gaze shoots towards the sound of the voice, finding it to be his twin sister. She walks up towards the anvil with authority in her steps. Her arms crossed underneath her chest.
"Bu—" but before the boy could complain, their father chuckles and stood up. He approaches his boy and rests his hand on his shoulder. "Me boy, let yer' sista' try et on fer once, aye..?" the bearded man smiles at the boy warmly, encouraging him. She grins triumphantly, "Thank you, father!" As the girl takes the sabatons from the anvil and wore them on. The boy's shoulder slumps down as he walks out the smithy. The girl's voice echos through out the smithy with glee and giggles. Taking a seat over the steps of the smithy, he ponders with his thoughts as he scans his peaceful village. He couldn't help but smile.