#thread.domeric

[anogarrizmon]

who: open where: a blacksmith

“not bad quality.” domeric tilts his head, lining it up with the angle at which he held the axe. “decently balanced, sharp.” he lifted the axe up, testing the weight with a single hand. “but you can see here-” domeric ran a finger over the side of the blade. “you can see an impurity in the metal. won’t mean much in this weather, but if the weather gets too cold, this thing will snap with the right amount of pressure.”+

[anogarrizmon]

who: @lcngreiign​ - wylla where: their private quarters

“gods i hate this place.” domeric shifted uncomfortably in his finery. “surrounded by a bunch of cunts who think their shits smell of roses.” he glanced up at his wife, and didn’t his heart flutter at the sight of her. “not to mention the weather is... strange. i don’t like it.” though he had to give the heat its due as his beautiful wife didn’t need to wear furs to keep warm and he could pass off his blushes as caused by the heat rather than her radiance.