Ignis Aurum ProbatThe blacksmith smiled as a little boy came running through the stone doorway at the front of her shop, here to play with her son, Morgan. Morgan was sorting pieces of scrap metal to be melted and repurposed later, when the newcomer clasped his hands over Morgan's eyes.More Like This
"Guess who!" He said, laughing.
"Bae!" Morgan laughed. "Get off!" Morgan grabbed his friends hands and pried them from his face.
Baelfire kept laughing.
"Alright, alright. Mrs. Igleca, can you tell us a story? Your stories are the best." The blacksmith laughed.
"Certainly, Bae. Let me think." She thought for a moment. "I know a good one. Once upon a time," she was interrupted by Morgan.
"Mom, wait! I wanna hear the story about how Dad fought a Snow Bear with his bare hands!" Bae laughed at the unintentional wordplay and looked at the blacksmith expectantly.
"I have a story that's even better. I've never told it before." Instantly the room was hushed. It seemed as though the bustling in the street outside was being heard