Action. Thought. "Speech."

Forgraves, after a long, LONG nap had wasted no time in making his journey back to leo, the thulite gem held tightly in a pouch, tied around his waste and bobbing as he walked.

Kitty's reading, even if at the end it wasn't truthful (he wouldn't know otherwise), had ensured him questions had to be asked, and needed to be given answers. if the blacksmith would give them is an entirely different story.

he padded around the workshop, listening for any sign of the familiar, rhythmic slam of a hammer, or really any other sign of life.

"Blacksmith!! are you home?" he called. "i'd like to speak with you!"

Action. Thought. "Speech."

His ears rang at the sound of the hammer, whimpering slightly.

would he be a bother, doing this now? he supposed better now than never... theres also nothing promising he'd be here later.

"s-sorry if youre busy! i just-" he paused, digging the tulite out of his pouch. "-wanted to ask you some q-questions about.. this? if you remember it..?" he asked, holding it out. he didn't know how long ago this thing existed. he assumed it must be old, given how it had been buried under rubble when he found it, had to dig it out over the course of several minutes even, but.. he thought it worth it. "found it on an old belt.. in the underforge?"

Action. Thought. "Speech."

he hummed, thinking back.

"it was silver, i think, some sort of belt? it had silver lace-like decoration, VERY big, bigger than me. though uh- i suppose most things down there are. it had 25 other stones like it on there? but this one was the biggest, it was in the middle. they all matched, i think" he chirped, tryna remember what else he could note about it. "it was a master level stone, belonged to something big, black n feathery. total overkill. killed by a big jerk with fat hands, if i remember what i was told right. my friend- kitty, she looked into it, saw its past n stuff."

his ears started to HURT with how loud that hammer was. ouch. maybe if the blacksmith didn't know anything he'd be leaving sooner than he thought. how did the guy deal with this all day...? "its okay if you dont r-remember it! its just not everyday you find a live gemstone attached to a belt."

Action. Thought. "Speech."

He seemed to look confused, for a moment. no master..?

oh. yeah, wait. "o-oh! sorry- i keep forgetting there are cave masters- i just meant really powerful, not- not that! sorry, if i confused you" he mewed, embarrassed.

he looked up. he supposed it was just normal back then. others being killed fo trophies. he guessed it was likely a power thing. to show dominance. grimly, he compared the sentiment to that of wanting to show off a painting someone made. it must be the same pride here that led to this creatures demise, to prove the talent, power and skill of the one responsible. he believed the blacksmith when he said he wouldn't survive it. it doesn't sound as if he would've been particularly popular, helping instead of hurting. he'd be considered weak, surely.

he already was, if he's honest with himself.

he held the thulite gently. this little stone, so full of life and purpose... he'd need to be careful. treat it kindly.
almost absently, he added to that thought, "give it was azzy ALMOST gave me"
the implications almost surprised him. Azrael was a good father. he wasn't the warmest, but his odd form of love was still love. he just... it didn't seem to be the same love forgraves gave. that was okay, but it had its flaws. he'd show this creature compassion, protection, love. it's what it deserves. he nodded at the blacksmith, "thank you, i... i really do apologize for intruding at such a time, but.. i appreciate what you've told me, even if it wasn't as specific as i think i expected. i do that, sometimes.." he hummed. he smiled at the blacksmith. "i'll take care of it best i can. sorry for going through your underforge. was curious"

he stood back up, whining as he realized his leg had both fallen asleep and was being steadily roasted by the hot stone floor. "b-bye, blacksmith! i'll uh.. see you when i finish what i promised, hopefully."

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