"Iron work?" He remembered his occasional visits to the blacksmith that produced the shoes their horses wore. The scent of hot iron always lent a intriguing hint of danger to the air, at least for a fey like him. He'd never developed Tadhg's fascination for metalwork, though.
"Sounds ambitious, sweet. Good for you." The endearment slipped out unexpectedly, but it didn't trigger quite the pang it had in their recent conversations.
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Date: 2009-02-09 12:27 am (UTC)"Sounds ambitious, sweet. Good for you." The endearment slipped out unexpectedly, but it didn't trigger quite the pang it had in their recent conversations.