It was, arguably, a beautiful day. The only “arguable” thing about that fact was that the day was overcast, stormy, and generally not the sort of day most creatures would consider beautiful. However, to Ariadne, it was the loveliest sort of day, for a rainy day meant there was no need to go outside. Everyone remained indoors, the forgemaster stayed home and grumbled about the weather, and Ariadne was left with the forge all to herself.

The gyrfalcon loved when the smithy was empty of other creatures, the only sounds the clashing of metal and anvil, the hissing of steam, and the crackle of fire. Even the smoke that sometimes filled the space couldn't deter Ariadne from her enjoyment of her solitude. The bird stood with goggles over her eyes, a bandana covering her beak, and with precision she used her talons to press a blade flat against her anvil, its surface fiery hot, and with her other talon she held a great hammer which she beat against the metal, shaping it to her will.

Truth be told, Ariadne had a way with building things. They didn't have to be great pyramids or vibrant temples to be great inventions. Sometimes just some leather and metal could make one creature’s life easier, and that was a worthy thing in the leatherworker’s mind. As she pounded away at the anvil, the gyrfalcon became aware of another presence in the confines of the smithy. Setting her tongs aside after thrusting the blade into a barrel of water, Ariadne turned, slipping her goggles down around her neck with one smooth movement of her wing.

“Hullo there, stranger, I apologize if you've been waiting long. Is there something I can help you with? Forgemaster Errold is out today.” Ariadne wiped some grime from her feathers and offered an avian smile to the potential customer, her expression open and interested in what could possibly be a new challenge for her sharp mind and sharp tools to master.

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