[FIN] New Edge of the Anvil (Forge & Maximus)

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A smile rest on Forge's maw, past his scruffy face. Dark ears perked curiously as his ember eyes widened. Hunches slowly lowered to the ground as he let Maximas test his given gifts. It was going to be interesting to see just how much the b'alam was able to lift. Ever b'alam had their own measure of strength. Dark smoky tail, raised and flicked behind him before it carefully wrapped around him as he sat. Forge had often wondered if such strength could grow over time with appropriated training was given. If one tested and trained their physical body, would they be able to lift more? It was a curious thought, and a slight flick of the tip of his tail showed that. Maybe in time, Forge would be able to find such a answer.

Ears perked, as his long pipe twisted and turned slightly in his maw, as Maximas started to grab and lift at the rock. Ember eyes watched the pup curiously, how much would he be able to lift? It was good for the pup to listen and learn from the Master Craftsman-the Grand Weaver. It was how Forge himself learned-and how Maximas in the end would strive in his craft, it was essential to becoming as enlightened as an magus. Dark ears twitched as his attention was poke with a hint of awe as the ore In front of Maximas started to quake and shift.

Impressive....

"Hmm." Ember eyes look from the ore back to the scruffy Maximas. His ember eyes widened all the more. The pipe in his maw slacked just a little, as Forge blinked.

"Very good, pup." Left Forge in a praised filled rumble. "You have impressive strength, It will help you greatly." He started very mater-of-factually. The strength would help the pup out in the long run of the black smithy craft as Minerals were very heavy while they where forged and tempered.

"However, start with less." forge spoke, wanting to help him understand why he couldn't fully lift the pile of ore.

"If you can't handle less, how can you hope to accomplish and strive with more?" Dark tail tip flicked and twitched slightly. The red-hot tip of his pipe glow intensified with a slow taken breath by the black smith. It was a fair question, and a life teaching one.  

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Maximus paused in his labored effort to lift the whole pile of ore as he heard Forge's humming. The Rocky pile ceased its quaking while Max turned his full attention to his master. Such good advice! And the praise of strength felt pretty good. Max's ears perked forward to Forge's suggestion. Less? How much was less?

Both ears flicked back a moment while he thought on this. It had to have been another lesson if the Master would not tell him how much. He had to figure it out.

Slowly his head bobbled up and down in acknowledgement of Forge's words. A deep humm sounded from his nostrils. Words need not be said, not while he had to figure out less. Or what that was.

Very carefully he removed one chunk of ore from the top of the pile. Once was less? A deep grunt shook his frame while he tried again to lift the pile. The rocks shook, but had the same results as before. Once was definately not less.
Maximus repeated removing a single rock from the top and trying again. He could feel his limbs starting to ache from the effort. Learning what less was was very difficult! But Maximus wanted to know what that was, and his master, as Max figured, wanted him to figure that one out. One by one Max would strive to figure out what less one. His maw parted slightly for a brief moment as he released a pant, than closed his maw again with a deep breath.

Nearly half the pile had gone before Maximus could finally get the ore from the ground in his telekenisis. Less was quite a larger number than he had thought it would have.

Weary yet determined steel blue eyes looked back at their master as he waited for what to do next with the pile of rocks.  

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Forge's brow raised as Maximas was able to lift about half the pile of Ore. As he waited to know what to do with the pile, Forge rose from his hunches. Talking a step, his head bent down as he looked at the pups shaking form.

Hmm. The sound left Forge quietly. Walking around Maximas, Forge's pipe twisted and turned a little in his maw as he thought about what to do next. His dark tail shifted and swayed behind him, as careful large soot stained paws carefully moved him around the Tahtll. Maximas was doing a fine job, whiskers twitched as he still wondered if the pup could see well past that given mane of fur on his head. The one that covered most of his steely gaze.

His thoughts grabbed a chunk of the ore from Maxima's pile, talking a good chunk of the weight from his burden.

"Less." Left Forge once more, as he took a step and his own thoughts moved to what was left of the pile of Ore. Releasing a breath, the Large b'alam gathered up the rest of the Ore with his own unseen paws.His brow scrunched with the excess and strained concentration it took to haul the load. He would never ask Maximas to do anything, he had not done himself.

Turning his head he looked back to Maximas and he nodded over to where the fire tribe was located past the creator. It was a decent trex, if Maximas needed to rest-Forge would let him do so. After all he was just only woven, and already making impressive bounds and leaps when it came to existing.

"Now we walk." The words left Forge easily in a grunt. His dark tail 'c'ed' behind him to help keep his balance. Taking a step, Forge started forward, but waited to see if Maximas would fallow and was able to do so with the load of ore he carried. The pipe in his maw, angled upward in a clinched maw. The ruby hue of it's tip started to fade ever so slightly, as it wasn't dragged to life with a breath.

"If you become too tired. Speak up, pup." Forge stated simply, as he started forward once more. Dark paws dug into the earth as he started to climb the creator. His steps were slow and patient. There was no rush today, especially considering he was teach and training another. Weaver seemed to pass on the knowledge that it would take some time to train another, and sometimes it was slow going. However the work was worth it. Crafting master pieces did take time, it only made sense that forging a new craftsman would take just as long, if not longer.  

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Maximus stood perfectly still, aside a minor trembling in his arms, while Forge walked around in a circle. It had to have been Master stuff. Perhaps he was seeing if that less was good enough? Perhaps this was something that Max would not understand because he was the Pup and had not the insight of a master.

A gentle breath passed Max's nostrils as a single ore was lifted from his pile. It was notably missing as the weight of the entire pile lightened just slightly. He gazed pass his thick curtain of fur at Forge to the ever becoming more familiar words; "Less".

Without a word Max knocked one more ore from the pile. Not hearing the word again he figured that he had finally figured out what less was. Maybe. Eyes shifted from his pile to Forge as he picked up the rest of the pile they had collected with much more grace than he had. Being a master was impressive. He didn't even have to guess what his own less was. He just knew!

Maximus' internal awe of the feat caused him to pause and watch Forge a moment more before he was beckoned to follow. Once more without word he did as he was told. Each step he took felt labored and heavy, unlike what he saw his master accomplish with what seemed to be such ease! A heavy breath passed his nostrils with he next step he took.

Too tired? Yet another thing that he would have to figure out like he had with "less". In addition to the deep rumbling humm he spoke up in just as deep and rumbling a voice, as instructed. "Yes Master."

Nostrils flared and he could feel his frame trembling even more with each step. The closer they got to the concave curve of the creator's edge the harder it felt to move. Steel blue eyes focused on Forge and how he was moving his feet to exit the slope. His sharp claws peeked out as he pressed forward. A "C' like shape was formed by his own tail as he watched his master's technique of moving. It seemed to help his body from feeling as if it were going to flop over. Behind he could feel his tail shift with his body's sway. Interesting!  

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As Maximas, tossed another ore to the ground with a soft thud. It was quickly snatched up by Forge's own thoughts and added to his own pile.

As the pup fallowed behind him, Forge's own burden steps where slow and heavy. Slow and steady.

Red claws dug into the earth,

"Use your claws, dig them in the ground and move with your whole body. Your tail is your key to balance." Forge grunted as he worked to reach the top of the slope. His own shoulder rocked heavily as he head ducked down and his whole body worked into pushing his haul upward and keep hold of the ore.

"Never forget to breath, it is the key to outlasting any trial." Forge stated in a heaved breath. When one forgot to breath, they forgot to live as breath was needed to exist.

As Froge reached the top of the slow, his tail flicked and raised proudly behind him. Turning his head, he kept a keen ember gaze on his apprentice.

Holding his loads, his own breath was taken in and heaved slowly past the still let pipe. Taking a slow breath, the pipe's end was lit to a glow once more. If they needed to rest, Forge would allow such a thing to pass. In fact he expected it.

The journey's trek was mostly flat from this moment forward. So it would be easier.  

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Maximus' ears perked forward at the gruff call from his master on further instructions. His great chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath than heaved it from his nostrils in a long burst of air. His claws and fingers tensed as he worked to pull himself up the side of the creator just as Forge had done just moments ago.

Carefully he tried to mimic the movements he saw his master make while he climbed to the top. Unlike his master he found that his tail had to counter balance his steps more often and it felt as if it were not done as smoothly. His frame wobbled more and his shoulders had to hunch further to make up for the awkward weight. Each step he took drew a deeper breath from his maw and nose. To gain more breath his maw parted and his chest heaved deeper. Air was the key, he had to keep breathing.

His eyes narrowed on his master standing on the top of the hill. Just a little further.

Another deep breath. He could feel a bit of drool pooling in the corner of his mouth. As odd as if felt, it helped cool him down just a little. Especially if he allowed his tongue to peek out past his lips just a little bit.

With one last heavy heave, Maximus managed to pull himself out of the creator and onto flat ground. His limbs trembled and his head hung just a little. The pile of ore he had carried with him begun to tremble as well, though it did not tumble. It wasn't in the plan to have 'less' yet.

The tip of his tail flicked as he glanced back to Forge, waiting for the next step.  

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forge's brow raised as Maximas made it to the top of the creator. His own weary smile rested on his maw as he took in a proud breath.

"Well done, pup." Forge spoke in his rocky voice. The pipe twitched in his maw slightly, as he noticed the trembling in Maximas's body. The tahtll had the shinning of a hard worker.

However, resting wasn't always a bad thing. Especially if one was pushing themselves too hard.

"Do you need to rest, or do you think you can press on?" The black smith was keen and understanding enough to ask. He did note how big Maxmas was, and the load was heavy-and would be that much more difficult for a normal size balam. Forge got along easy enough, for the sake of doing such a task many times before.

Dark smoky tail shifted behind him, sending another puff of spot in the air. A single paw gripped and let his claws pull at the hard ground as he waited an answer from his student.  

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Maximus opened his mouth as ask a question, however the words were lost to a heavy panting. It was hard to talk! Especially while holding up the ore with the telekinesis! His head lowered a little before he decided to finally, and reluctantly, set his burden down. Very carefully he let the ore rest on the flat ground, careful to make sure none of it trailed away from the pile. Heavy breaths past his parted maw and flopping tongue.

The feat caused him to all the more appreciate his master. How he made this ordeal look easy. Things apparently were not all as they appeared.

A deep hum rattled his throat as he regained some of his wind.

Up until now he had been fine not asking questions, however, this one seemed important enough. At first it seemed as though it was the same as figuring out "less", but now Maximus was starting to realize knowing when to rest was something different. He wanted to press on, yes, the Master was doing so and if he wanted to learn he had to do the same things, but...

"Why is rest important, how do I know when to stop?" Maximus inquired in a rumbling voice.

He couldn't physically take something away when resting. He couldn't figure it out as he had with less. Once more a deep breath puffed his chest and released the air from his flared nostrils. His head lowered a bit while he looked back to his master, waiting for the answer.  

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Hmm. The sound left Forge softly as he watched as his student, began to pant so much that he couldn't even talk. Waiting, dark tail shifted behind him as his ear perked forward as Maximas decided to carefully set the ore down.

A little smile curled on the mater's maw, causing the pipe to twist up to the corner of his maw slightly; that was a good choice.

Slowly nodding, the Blsck smith lowered his load to the rough sands as well. It was okay to rest, and a skilled worker knew when to do so.

Steady the darker tahtll's chest rose and fell as he took in ow and controlled breaths. His ember eyes looked past his notched maw to watch Maximas carefully.

The pup was impressive, he was so brand new, yet so determined-even when he had so little to work with, in experance.

"Your Weaver given body will tell you, it will sweat. Tremble, pant, refuse to keep moving...." Forge went on to discribe a fatigue he was very familiar with himself.

"However, it is ultamently up to the spirit you were given, and when you decide to stop." Forge spoke, letting his paws remain standing. His dark tail shifted behind him gently.

'Body, mind and spirit'

"though if you are not careful to rest when the body is worn, it might break. So it's important to be mindful of the body and know when you can push it farther then it wants." Forge stated firmly. However, he didn't really expect the newly woven to understand such words just yet. It time he knew he would, just everything was a lot to take in for him, right now.

"Your body is tired, it's best to take a moments rest." Forge spoke kindly as his hunches slowly lowered to the ground.

"Your body might be able to move longer without rest, if you choose to take less of your pile." A kind smile slipped on Forge's maw as he suggested that Maxmas lesson his burden. However, it was only going to be something he was going to suggest-not command. It would be up to Maximas, as Forge wasn't training a fallowed, but another that would be a leader-that understood how to fallow, when needed.  

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As a mirror image to Forge, Maximus too sat his haunches down to the flat ground and drew in breaths as close to how Forge was as possible. He begun to stretch his paws and his shoulders, finding the motion to be appealing against the trembling of his protesting muscles.

Ears perked forward and his motions ceased so he could listen to his master's words.

"hmmm..." He contemplated the words. Not truly understanding the idea behind knowing, and pushing beyond what it can do, but breaking. It made some sense, but still found some aspects of it confusing.

All his body wanted to do was lay down completely, but at the same time his mind was determined to see where these ore chunks were going and to learn more about this precious trade. That seemed to be more appealing than sleep. Even if his body was screaming for it.

Without turning his head he glanced to the pile as it was recommended that he take less of the load with him. His face scrunched a moment before he looked back to his master. The thought was not pleasant.

"I have brought them up here." He spoke slowly while he processed his thoughts against what his master was speaking. "It seems a pity to start that effort only to leave half of it for nothing..."

A deep hum sounded as he thought.

"No, I have no more less to remove. This is what was taken up the slope, this is what I will continue with."

His logic seemed fair enough. At least in his mind. Best to finish what was started.

With a deep breath he looked back to Forge for any commentary, advice, or que when the resting needed to be over.
 

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Forge continued to breath slowly though his black rough nose, parting his scruffy maw just a little he released it slowly. Controlled breathing. relaxed and curious ember eyes watched Maximas carefully as he thought more on his answer. What was even more surprising, was how he came about with it and understood his reasoning in it.

Wonderful, and not to mention impressive. The black smith's dark tail shifted, his soot covered tail flicked. His ears perked curiously as he listened to Maxima's words.

'Hm.' Left Forge in a approving hum. It was easy to see how the Weaver worked though this new life with his strong thought process. To think, Forge was given the opportunity to teach the newly woven life.

"A pity?" Forge's ears perked as the the words left Maximas' maw. "Yes, however..." The b'alam started wanting the new life to understand that suffering a 'a pity' wasn't a 'failure' or even could be called shameful. As the word's true meaning suggested.

"It would only mean that would would have to come back to gather what is left later." Forge answered.

"So instead of claiming it a 'pity', describe it as promised work for later." The b'alam explained. " You are simply choosing for more work now, in not leaving less." the Black Smith added, which if that is what the pup wanted to do, he would respect such a decision.

Forge slowly nodded to Maximas' decision, he understood the choice. It was something he would have choose himself. However he didn't mention such a thing, because he wanted his student to make his own choices in his work, with what he would do-not necessarily what his Teacher would do. So in hopes, in passing his Skill, Maximas would know how to do what Forge did-but was able to do things that he couldn't. It was in hopes that Maximas in time could be a master of his own style, and if desired could teach to another something he was only known for. These little steps and questions, the freedom he offered in the work he gave Maximas were a effort to plant and cultivate such hope.


"In knowing that..." Forge's gruff voice rumbled his words along, with a another little twitch of his tail.

"If you choose more work now, you are forbidden to forsake your load..." Forge spoke with a slow drag on the pipe in his maw, in a mindless effort to keep the stove lit.

"If you leave more work later, you will be able to rest for the passing of the day, untill it is done." The b'alam thought the requirements were fair, he didn't want to cultivate a half-horned quitter.

"I'll ask again." The Master wanted the pup to fully understand his choice. " do you want more work now, or more work later?"  

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Maximus remained silent while Forge explained the options for their continuing journey. It was the same as before, he knew the answer but allowed a moment of silence to think deeper into each one. On the one paw he could have a lighter load and have a greater chance at making it to their destination without becoming too tired. Maximus had no idea where they were going and how long they were going to have to walk. Forge did mention that they could rest when need be, and perhaps with a lighter load that would not be as often. However, Forge had taken this pile to the top of the creator and felt a sense of duty to bring what he had taken the full way. They would not have to return if he brought it all in one go. If this was the option they would no doubt have to stop to rest more times along their journey.

His chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath and held it a moment. When he released that breath his nostrils flared and his frame trembled slightly. The wild tuft of hair in front of his eyes rustled in the sudden burst of wind, than settled back where it had been resting before the slight gale. All of his limbs felt worn and continued to tremble despite the slight rest that they had already taken. This was not going to be easy.

A deep rumbling hum rattled his throat as he nodded. Despite the evidence he kept with his answer. The thought of not taking the full pile right away created a small knot in his stomach.

"I will take the full pile as I have committed to already." He rumbled.

After he spoke he watched Forge carefully for any sign of disagreement. It seemed right to do, but perhaps it was not something that was part of this special trade?

His tail swayed from side to side while he watched Fogre carefully through the thick curtain of fir. It hadn't occurred to him before to even ask where they were going and how far it was. The idea had hit him after he had given his stern answer of continuing with what he had taken. He took a brief moment to look up toward the horizon than back to Forge.

"Is our destination far?" He inquired. The answer to such a question would not have any affect on his previous answer. He felt completely committed to hauling what he had started. Still, part of him wanted to know this. The idea of the answer being something of a secret had come to mind, but he did not add to his inquiry. If it was he would be told so.

Above head the sun had already traveled a little more across the sky. It appeared to be watching them from every angle at this point. Perhaps it had its own load which was why it was moving so slowly. Maximus wondered if that load was the same kind of ore that he was carrying. Somehow that thought seemed 'silly', but still the thought was entertaining. Forge would know that answer, still, it would have to be put away for now. He was still waiting to have his previous inquiry answered.  

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Forge's dark tail shifted once more as he appreciated the time and consideration that Maximas seemed to be giving his offer. The Master Smith Figured that the Strong willed b'alam had decided his answer but was at least giving some thought to the choice. The black smith gave Maximas all the time he needed. Taking in a slow breath, Forge flexed his claws in the earth a bit. He took in another slow breath though the pipe that twitched in his maw. Slowly a puff of smoke left his maw, as it fiddled past the lit pipe.

Watching the B'alam's breathing control and return to normal, It was a good sign that they could keep moving once more. Slowly the darker b'alams head shifted in a nod. Forge had a feeling that Maximas would keep his load. Which was inspiring in it's self.

"Your Work load has been sealed then." the words left Forge in a promise a puff of smoke left his maw once more, seasoning his whisker with a black hue. He wasn't going to let Maximas change his mind at this point. That was to say, they would rest when needed, but he had to keep to the whole load all at once

As the question left Maxima's maw, Forge turned his head to look behind him and their destination. Taking in a slow breath, Forge turned his head to look back at his student.

"It's not far." He answered, his dark tail shifted once more behind him. "Though, it will feel much farther with your determined work load." Forge warned the pup, but in time he would know that the journey to the lava flats was the entrance to the Fire Kingdom. Large paws shifted the Dark balam as he raised to his full height once more. His body turned and ebony tail swooped behind him as he stood beside Maximas. The ore filled mortor dangled and creaked ever so slightly as it dangled on his horn.

"Raise your gaze ahead of you, " Forge spoke, and with a nudge at the heated air he poked it at the fire mountain that was just in front of them. " see the jagged part of land that spires over the land and cradles these flats completely?"

"That is our destination. Inside that mountain is the empire of fire horns." Forge spoke before turning his head to look back at Maximas.

"This is our home." He told the pup firmly. It was the home of every fire tribe. Nomad or not, if the Grand Weaver had given horns to another b'alam life, it s were they could call home.  

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Maximus offered Forge a slow nod as he confirmed that his work load had been sealed. It was a daunting task, and Max could feel a slight pinch in his gut to the response. He had to admit, it was intimidating to hear those words. As if his fate had been sealed. However, at the same time he could feel that sense of thrill boiling up in his toes and on the bridge of his nose. What he chose earlier was what he had decided on, there was no turning back. He had figured out his "less" and had to stick to it.

With the next breath he drew, Maximus' attention was taken away from the ore and toward the volcano that rose up over the horizon. Its soft welcoming glow lined the underside of the dark clouds jutting out from the crown of the tall fire ridden mountain. The trail leading up to the boiling mountain was riddled with jagged rocks that appeared as teeth rising up from the ground, as if the land itself were a beast hungry for the very sky above. Some of the large structures protruding from the ground were obscured by the steam from the hot sprints spotted around the area. This steam seemed more immediate, the horizon beyond was void of the soft white substance drifting upward toward the sky. Beyond a creator valley, there were no more pools and thus nothing to make steam.

"Hmn, yes, I see it." He answered while he watched the fiery mountain.

Max glanced from the volcano to the sun, which continued to move slowly. It was a comfort to know that the sun would be following them to their destination with its own work load. The light it offered was enlightening, refreshing, and made the task seem doable. As if it shared in their work.

When his attention returned to Forge, Maximus thought more on the work load making the travel seem longer. Did the less determine how far away things were? Another thought that seemed to be more silly and not something that needed to be vocalized. No matter the distance, he had chosen his load and he would have to see it tot he end.

Once again his train of thought had been pulled from the silly thought as Forge mentioned that the mountain was the dwelling place of the Fire Horns. It was a new term, yet once again it was something he felt that he knew thanks to that universal understanding that spoke up when it deemed necessary. So those of the fire element were called fire horns. That made sense. They did have horns and he had always felt that that was something common for who he was. This only confirmed his idea and thought. Though, even as his soft gaze shifted to the mountain he did not feel it as much "home" as Forge as spoken if it.

Did that mean that something was wrong with him? Because he did not see that large mountain as a home?

His brow furrowed a bit as he thought more on the dalema. His eyes narrowed on the mountain. It was comforting to look at, it made him feel a slight sense of pride as he looked at it, but he could not settle on associating the word home with it. Once again his frame seemed to rattle as he released a deep hum with his next breath. Troubled eyes turned from the mountain to look at his master.

"It does not feel like 'home'. Does that mean that I am broken?" Maximus inquired earnestly.

The idea of being broken was yet another thing the universal wisdom had given to him. Broken like the red earth they had torn apart to get at the more valuable ore. Surely if he had an idea that went against his master than there was something wrong. That very idea begun to prod at his thoughts and even his trembling frame. The universal wisdom remained silent once again for the time being. As if it were waiting for something, or perhaps teaching him a lesson? Maximus was far to focused on his master to truly contemplate why the universal understanding remained silent.

(Magus counted until here)  

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A deep prideful breath was taken in by Forge as he looked upon their home. The fire mountain, and what he knew of the vast capital that was hidden with in the fire mountain. His dark smoky tail shifted, as the deep breath caused the pipe in his maw to glow to it's brightest. It's iron tip started to glow with a heated intensity. Slowly the proud Tahtll bobbed his head as Maximas answered him upon seeing it.

Yes, it was the pride of Fire kin-the proud horned b'alam. They were the-

A dark ear flicked and turned toward Maximas as he spoke his confusion and earnest inquiry. Turning his head Forge's pipe slacked from it's turned position as his maw slacked in a slight frown. How could a fire triber not think that the great mountain wasn't home?! His long dark tail lowered just slightly with a stubborn flick. Dark Brow scrunched as ember eyes looked back at the other horn b'alam before him. His face only scrunched as he was at a loss on how to answer the b'alam before him. Maximas, One that had shown so much promise with the trade, already didn't feel like their special fiery mountain was home? Ears turned back as even the thought was a bit distasteful in his maw. Blinking, he shook the thought away. Forge hadn't met too many new b'alam so...

"Perhaps, it's just something you first must experience." Forge answered after a moment, his face relaxed. Though, maybe not.....

Dark ears bounced and perked to Maxima's next words....

Taking in a slow breath of the pipe, Forge released the puff of smoke it created with a steady shake of his head.

"No, Pup." Forge stated firmly, to his question. That was something he had a answer for. Maximas wasn't broken, he was just woven-it was impossible.

"The Great Creator, known as The Grand Weaver does not make broken things." The Tahtll stated watching Maximas carefully. Even if he didn't think their -home- was his 'home'.

"And he has woven you." Forge told him. It would be something to keep in mind, even if Maximas didn't think their homeland as 'home'. Which for someone so attached to the mountain and their empire, like him. It was very hard for him to grasp.

'Hm'. The soft noise left Forge as the pipe shifted in his maw once more, slowly his ember eyes pulled themselves from Maximas to look back at the great mountain.

Perhaps, that was the very reason the Grand Weaver had chosen to wove the new life just outside the empire of the fire tribe. How strange.....

Dark tail flick and rose back above his hunches. The Grand Creator was free to do what he wanted, who was forge to ask such silly things....

"Come on, Pup." Forge spoke releasing a breath. A cloud of smoke rolled out of his maw once more. "Gather your load." The Black Smith spoke, as his own ember gaze looked over and down to his own load.

"Lets try to get to the shop before the sun finishes it's journey" The Tahtll spoke releasing a breath. Taking a tighter grip on the pipe on his maw, his thoughts moved to his pile of Ore. Taking in a slow breath, his thoughts raised the ore off the ground, mindful to keep his thoughts tight on the stones so none would fall.

A soft grunt left the Black Smith as the load was lifted to a comfortable walking level and away from his line of sight. Taking a step, Forge turned his head to look back at Maximas and waited to see if he could move his own load. The Black smith hoped that the starting climb didn't take all the strength from his body and he would be able to press on. If he had more questions, Forge figured he could just answer the Tahtll on their way to the Fire tribe Empire. That was if it was something that he was able to do, while carrying such a taxing weight. Forge had faith that the fire b'alam would be able to do, at least a little and in time he would be able to do so even more easily.

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