"And I'd do a fine job of it, worth your money," Merida laughs, poking his uninjured side again. With the salve properly warmed between her fingers, she smooths a generous layer over in bruise, making sure she covers all the sickly yellow-violet skin.
The mention of actually learning his trade had her pausing. It would indeed be both useful and interesting to her, as well as to the island, what with the seemingly small number of smiths present. Merida can't help but wonder what sort of objections her mum would raise.
"I'd have to consider... And I think you'd have to consider learning to actually use the weapons you make with me, in that case."
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Date: 2013-05-28 04:07 am (UTC)The mention of actually learning his trade had her pausing. It would indeed be both useful and interesting to her, as well as to the island, what with the seemingly small number of smiths present. Merida can't help but wonder what sort of objections her mum would raise.
"I'd have to consider... And I think you'd have to consider learning to actually use the weapons you make with me, in that case."