Children Of Myths, Act One: Scotland

Intruders

The following market days were much quieter, there was no longer so much crowd to grab what they wanted while stocks lasted. One more day and then the merchants would have cleared everything out and returned to their homes in Aberdeen for a few months before they’d go back to sea, take the goods from England to the different countries where they worked and do the exact same thing they had done here in Tobar.

In the evenings the Neivers cousins, young McFadden, and the two Fairies gathered at the blacksmith's house to keep Bakhur company and bring him something they had bought, as well as to chat.

Saraide was also fascinated by William Boswell's mastery of forging things from garden tools to weapons.

"Unfortunately, I can't touch them with my bare hands, only with gloves" The Elf had taken a sword and started to give a couple of blows "Not bad! It is well balanced and not too heavy.”

“An Elf complimenting me, I’ll add it to the things I didn't expect to happen!” the smith laughed as he finished a couple of hammer blows on what would become a kitchen knife, still red hot.

“I may not be the Blacksmith of the Sidhe, but I know how to do me job"

“William! I finished!" Bakhur came down the stairs with a jeweled chain neatly arranged. William patted his curly head.

“Good lad, my vision isn’t good enough for the finer work nowadays. You, who are young, are giving me a huge hand."

For now, Bakhur was making necklaces or assembling little chains; there weren't many jewels in the town, but it was still an advantage to have someone who knew how to repair them, already an expert in the sector, too.
Perhaps it was also time to pay him for the errands, given the good work he did and because he was a humble young man who didn’t ask much.

"Wait for everything to close to get out, please"

“Yes sir” Bakhur went back upstairs to talk to his friends, he now considered them as such. He had also made a commitment to learn to write in the common alphabet, and for this, Aidan had lent him the books which he taught the children with.

“What letter is this?”

"That's an F." Connor sat on the floor with his legs crossed and his arms behind his head, leaning against the wall.

“F for Fire. Understood…"

Artica, on the other hand, had returned from the kitchen with cups for everyone “I made tea. I hope I haven’t messed it up, this stuff is expensive.”

It was decent.
For a peasant girl raised on milk, bread, butter, honey, jam and apples for breakfast, it didn’t come out bad.

“They say that tea, honey and lemon is good for health” Safie took a sip between one embroidery and another, while Riannon watched her lying on the floor with her legs dangling, completely fascinated.

“Do you mind if I watch? Really, I find it fascinating to see artists at work”

Safie gave her permission to watch, even though she was totally engrossed in her work, much like Bakhur when he was arranging the chains, with his tongue just hanging from his lips and his eyes fixed on what he was doing.

“I write your names” the latter scribbled the letters on the paper sheet, with a slightly messy handwriting:

A R T I K A

S E F I

R I A N O N

C O N O R

S E R E I D