Rhunön brought out the brightsteel, the metal all riders blades are made of, mined from meteorites, and said
"I took an oath on the ancient language never to make another sword again, and as knives are not swords, I don't need to use your body like I normally would."
I nodded, "But I still want to help. They are my blades."
"Ok. Fair enough."
I lowered my barriers, and felt her enter my mind.
The brightsteel was already separated and cut so we started building a forge for it. Rhunön never has a forge already made.
It was long work. When it came to imbuing the magic into the blades, she sang and I repeated the words.
When we finished most of the process, I was sweating and exhausted. She had my fighting style and everything else needed. Then I heard the impossible.
"You can go rest. I will finish it."
"But-" Then Jadea interrupted.
Go little one. I will watch and remember for you. She said mentally.
"Fine." I said then walked out.
The next morning I was told that Rhunön wanted to see me.
I walked to her forge, ignoring all the shurt'ugal comments I got.
When I got there, the knives were almost finished.
"All they need are the names." Rhunön said
"I think the thick one would should be called Arklan. It's the dracolith word for sword, as the knife is essentially a small sword. I said drawing the corresponding rune in the dirt, "And the smaller one is Riclad, the word for speed, I said drawing the corresponding rune next to the other one.
