Lake Lewisia #855

Blacksmithing was a suitable career for a retired adventurer, and so she spent years crafting sentient weapons and handing them off to fresh-faced young things headed down paths she would never again walk. She knew each blade as a friend destined to outgrow her little workshop, her little town, her little life, and she sent every one of them off with only pride for what they would surely accomplish. Then she sent the blade Reflected Moon off questing, after months of hammering and honing, only to find herself hastily packing a bag and pulling on her old armor, certain in the knowledge that she could not bear to be left behind by that one.

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LL#855