A new start with an old trade (SJO)

[Tyra Ashen]

A new home, a new life. That's what Tyra had been given when she joined the SJO. A blacksmith by trade, although relatively new to it, she had caught onto the skill impressively fast. Her ability to use the force to shape steel had caught the eye of the Silvers who asked her to join, and thus she was here.

Tyra's light blue eyes took in the sight of the Silvers Rest in front of her. An impressive building by all means. What really impressed her was the Wroshyr trees that towered into the sky. There was nothing like that on Midvinter.

Midvinter...home, the one she left behind anyway. She hadn't traveled to far from her home planet, so the galaxy and all its wonders were still new to her. Ever since her adopted father had passed, leaving Midvinter wasn't exactly hard since it didn't really feel like home anymore.

The tall Valkyri pushed the thoughts from her mind and grabbed her duffle bag. She was here for a reason so she needed to put the past behind her for now. Her boot clad feet hit the ground with confident strides as she made her way across the landing pad. There was nothing to do now but move forward, old pains would just hold her back. Pulling a note out of the pocket of her brown cargo pants, she read the name of someone she had been pointed to. Another fellow craftsman, [member="Gherron Dragonsflame"].

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron wiped a line of sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm as he looked over his work. He hadn't done straight up smithing in a while, but as of late, he found himself drawn to it more so than ever. Besides, he wanted a new set of armor, and the best work was often homemade, if you knew what you were doing. Picking up a piece that would become one of the pauldrons, he shuffled over to his chair, slumped into it with an air of exhaustion about him, and began turning the piece over in his hand. He was only about halfway done, and under normal circumstances, he would be fine to continue. He was taking his time with this project, however. He wanted it to be perfect, and that meant going over certain parts multiple times. He glanced around the workshop slowly as he daydreamed a bit. The final product flashed for a moment in his head. He knew what he wanted. It was just getting there that was taking a while. His eyes snapped to the side though as he felt himself being watched. A raven-haired girl, maybe a little younger than he, peered into the workshop, clutching a small paper. Her clothing seemed a bit warm for kashyyk, and her eyes... He'd only seen eyes like that on one man in his life before. The name escaped him, but he was a student of Gherron's, and had come from the snow-covered world of Midvinter. It was strange to see another from there; he knew they were somewhat.. shut in from the rest of the galaxy. Perhaps someone had taken her from the planet as he had himself. Finally rising from the chair with a small grunt, he made his way over to the woman with a small smile.

"I'm Gherron, What can I help you with?"

[member="Tyra Ashen"]

 

[Tyra Ashen]

The forge was easy enough to find. She just followed the sounds of hammering and the smell of smoke, also having a datapad with the location helped a little. Even at a distance, she could easily recognize what it was. No matter how it was built, all forges had a distinct feel to them.

The tall Valkyri stepped inside the forge and looked around. Most of what she saw were tools she was familiar with. A few looked far newer and would definitely require some training.

A voice drew her attention to a man that was making his way over to her. He looked a couple years older than her and strongly built. She gave a smile as the man introduced himself as Gherron Dragonsflame, the very man she was sent to see. "Tyra Ashen. I hope you can help. Cause I'm new to the order. They said you were the orders blacksmith. I'm also a blacksmith by trade, one that uses the force to help forge steel. I was told I could be of help around here." She glanced around the forge before locking onto Gherron's steel grey eyes. "But...I'll admit. This is all kinda overwhelming at the moment. The whole Jedi and being here at the temple, I mean."

[member="Gherron Dragonsflame"]