Children Of Myths, Act One: Scotland

The Bishop

All Fìor Tobar Beinne was clearing the narrow streets and the main square to make way for the numerous stalls that would soon be set up by the merchants on their way there.

Artica and Safie were counting their savings to get an idea of ​​what to buy, the first was oriented towards buying something that you practically never eat at home and the second to make an investment: quality fabric and threads to make the commissioned apron from Riannon something stylish and chic.

"Let's say she spreads the word, you never know"

"You have found your vocation, I see" Artica handed her some white paper and a piece of charcoal on which her cousin began to scribble floral motifs. She had decided she would make about five or six and then Riannon would choose the one she liked best when she came to visit them again with Saraide.

"Here's my humble opinion" The younger cousin intervened "I would make the outline of the same red as the darkest part of the flower"

"Yes, that's what I had in mind" Safie didn't stop sketching even as she spoke "I hope they have some golden threads because it would look good in the center, what do you think?"

The two cousins ​​continued to exchange opinions about which sketches to discard and which to keep. Indeed, Artica used her magic to create small three-dimensional models so that Safie could evaluate the angles and take measurements.

She was definitely the artist of the house.

Still speaking of artists, Bakhur alternated between helping Connor with errands, Fergus with cooking, and even spending time in William's studio.

For two reasons: the first was to reacquaint yourself with working metals, the second was to have an alternative place to stay during the merchants' stay.
Alternatively, there was Tir Na Nog, but he wanted to stay among the people. Moreover, in that town, he could go back to his old job and learn much more.

"Here you are" William finished dusting the attic where he had set up a makeshift bed for the boy "It's not like the Ptarmigan in terms of comfort, but I hope it will be fine."

"More than fine" Bakhur climbed the ladder and arranged his changes of clothes and bed sheets from the inn "Shukran. It's enough"

After tidying up and opening the window for a change of air, Bakhur went to observe the corpulent and strong man working on knives to sharpen on the wheel.

"These are for the butcher" Explained the blacksmith once he finished one, he took a piece of paper and demonstrated how sharp it was by cutting the wafer-thin sheet with no irregularities in the cut.

"Do you want to try?"

Bakhur was excited and slightly scared, but he put on his gloves and set to work on the second knife under the man's guidance. He was used to finer work and kept checking Boswell for confirmation that he was doing a good job.

He stopped only at his nod and smiled as soon as he received an appreciative nod.

"I will guide you once again, the third time you do it yourself."

"Yes sir"

The instructions may have seemed easy enough; however, he had to move the blade in a specific direction to make it adequate to cut, it was easier said than done and he had to have the blacksmith repeat and demonstrate the movements a couple of times before replicating them on his own.
The knife he had sharpened had come out well made, for a beginner. William would have finished it but was still satisfied with the job.

"You were used to much less rough work... Let's see if this is better for you"

He took Bakhur to the workbench where there were a series of tiny rings to make chains and a sheet with a sketch of a bracelet drawn on it "They commissioned me a bracelet, it just needs to be assembled as in the diagram."