DM Arrakeen wrote:A note reaches Gideon at his residence
Upon receiving the letter and reading the letter, the smith heads for the orphanage once more. It takes him a great deal to walk from his homestead and workshop to the East Gate, and he arrives by the mid-morning. Gideon greets the guard posted outside the building with a firm jerk of the head and presents the letter, stating his business.
DM Arrakeen wrote:The guard on duty greets Gideon and after a moment lets the man in. Inside the smith would find some children getting ready to go outside. A middle-aged woman keeping an eye on them turns to Gideon. "Hello sir, are you here to meet with someone?" she puts a coat over a small boy's shoulders.
Pale blue eyes, fissured with white rods (a tell-tale sign of his age) gaze upon the children one by one. He holds a stern gaze normally, but upon seeing the younglings, they soften. He holds a grandfatherly look with a small smile uplifting the edges of his lips. He gazes to the woman now.
"Aye, I am here to speak with Anne, perhaps, on the matters of an apprentice."
Like the guard, he presents the letter outward towards the middle-aged caretaker.
DM Arrakeen wrote:The small group, consisting of boys and girls offers waves and hellos Gideon's way while the woman skims through the letter. "Of course, silly me. Don't let me keep you. Just take this corridor, the last doors on the left is where Anne should be at this hour. Good luck sir," the woman smiles politely and urges the group outside.
Once in front of the right door Gideon would hear child-like voice reading something and a familiar one, belonging to Anne, correcting some of the mistakes the kid makes.
Gideon nods with silent gratitude and follows the caretaker's directions. He makes strides down the corridor, to the last door on his left. The grey-haired smith knocks twice and then slowly opens the door...
DM Arrakeen wrote:Those inside don't even notice Gideons quiet intrusion. The child, a boy no more than 10 winters reads slowly another passage from the book. The rest of the children follow the script and Anne gently helps the struggling child get through the more complicated words. Upon reaching a part where the children seem most confused, the young ilmatari smiles warmly and explains in a gentle tone the meaning of words.
He dares not to intrude on the lesson. Silent is the smith as he lingers within the threshold of the doorway. A small smile of remembrance touches his tired eyes, as memory recalls when he was in the same position as the boy reading. His nostrils flare with a quiet sigh, remembering those many, many years ago.
DM Arrakeen wrote:As he stands there a girl in the back notices him, her hand shoots up and Anne looks to her student. The child points to the man. Young ilmatari turns and beams a smile at Gideon. "Sir, welcome. Apologies for not noticing you," her head bobs in greeting then she turns to regard the class. "You are lucky today. Finish reading this chapter and that will be all for today. Class dismissed!" Anne claps her hands. Children pack in a hurry, glad the lesson was cut short and run outside, passing the man. Some over waves. Woman's attention returns to the elderly man. "Please, sir, sit," she indicates a chair that has been emptied.
As she gestures, he sits. Again, his age is portrayed with his slow descent into the seat. He settles nicely into the chair now. "That boy - the one that was reading, what is his name?"
The smith suddenly inquires.
DM Arrakeen wrote:Once she settled down in a chair himself Anne's warm gaze turns to Gideon. "That was Brian. He is doing better than in the beginning. Half a year ago he didn't know any letters," ilmatari says with a smile.
"I wasn't any good at reading and writing myself, when I was a boy,"
the aged smith admits honestly. "But the Sisters made certain that all of us could read and write."
Gideon wets his dry lips before speaking again. "Now, about the apprentice.."
DM Arrakeen wrote:"Very few little boys really enjoy reading at this stage. They are all about pirates, knights, tree climbing, and sword fighting," Anne taps her fingers against the desk with amusement visible in her eyes. "Yes, the apprentice. We have a boy here, his name is Riley. He is 12 years old and quite strong for his age," ilmatari chuckles gently. "Riley helps us with fixes around here. Our handyboy so to speak. Would it be possible that while on his apprenticeship he could still come here one day a week to help with simple repairs?"
"Of course, Anne. That wouldn't be an issue at all,"
The elderly smith raises his right hand in assurance to couple his words. "Can the boy read and write? Will he still need to come for lessons each day?"
Gideon inquires with a noticeable curiousness that furrows his brow most quizzically.
DM Arrakeen wrote:Anne thinks a moment. "Well, in all honesty, his writing skills are nowhere near we would like them to be. He reads more or less fluently simple and a little more complex texts, nothing too advanced, however. I'd not ask him to take few hours out of his apprenticeship schedule to come here and learn. Wouldn't that disturb your work?" she looks to Gideon intently.
The smith immediately stiffens in his seat. He clears his throat before speaking. "I'd rather see the boy educated above all. I can, and will, allocate enough hours each day for his learning before he even touches one of my hammers."
He pauses before he speaks up again, this time his tone a little more soft and less passionate. "When I was a boy... I was never really taught to read -or- write. Taught myself some years later when I was a young man. I couldn't will that on another, especially my to-be apprentice."
DM Arrakeen wrote:Anne smiles warmly to the elderly man. "Then he could come here in the morning for the necessary lessons. Then before noon he could go back to your workshop and dedicate rest of the day to learning your craft. How does this sound?" the young caretaker rubs her chin in thought. "This way he gets all he needs."
"I wouldn't have it any other way,"
the smith speaks with a firm neutrality to his tone and demeanor. "When will I meet the boy?"
Gideon tilts his head in question curiously.
DM Arrakeen wrote:"We could do it today." Anne suggests gently. "While our charges are busy with chores I could ask someone to bring Riley here. Would that be fine?"
"I am at your Mercy, Anne."
the smith bows his head a respective degree. His hands, laden with callouses, rubs together. He seems to display a touch of nervousness.
DM Arrakeen wrote:Anne nods and exits the room. Voices can be heard outside and a few moments later the young woman returns. She sits down behind the desk, eyeing the old man curiously. "Are you nervous, sir?"
When Anne departs, the man sighs deeply. His tired, pale-blue eyes blink with a hard shut of his lids. His eyes open after a moment, and the smith readjusts hus composure, sitting tall. "Aye, I must admit I am a slight nervous. It... has been a long, long time since my last apprentice."
DM Arrakeen wrote:"I understand," the young woman smiles brightly. "For some reason this makes me even more optimistic about the whole idea," Anne chuckles gently. "Something tells me you and Riley will work well together."
As she speaks this words doors open and a bulky boy steps in. He dips his head in greeting to Anne and her guest. "Hello," his voice rings clear, already changing into that of a man even if the eyes of the boy betray his true age giving him no more than 13 winters.
Anne motions the boy closer. "Come in, Riley. Close the door. I want you to meet someone," the ilmatari indicates Gideon, letting him introduce himself.
"Aye, I have high hopes for the lad.."
Gideon speaks just as the door opens. His pale eyes find the boy Riley, a touch of a smile meeting his thin and dry lips.
He rises to stand, and offers his right hand to the boy. "Gideon, smith. It is a pleasure to meet you, Riley."
The smith has a calm, yet firm tone as he speaks towards the boy.
DM Arrakeen wrote:The young soon to be man squeezes Gideon's hand firmly. "Likewise sir," the boy nods with a polite smile, then looks to Anne.
"Sit sit," she motions him to a chair next to the elderly man. "As you probably know we have been arranging work and apprenticeship for many of the children. This man here has an offer for you. I want you to listen to what he has to say," the ilmatari looks in turn to Gideon. "It is better if you explain what the job is about, sir."
The elderly blacksmith returns the gesture - a firm handshake. His hand is meaty and gnarled and laden with callouses from decades of labour.
He lowers himself to sit again, a soft wheeze leaving his lips as his age shows in his trying attempt to descend upon the seat. His icy blue eyes behold a sternful, yet neutral expression.
"I am a blacksmith, Riley. I hammer metal into shape and make tools, weapons, armour and anything in between."
Gideon pauses to lick at his dry lips. "I understand you're quite the handyman. I would offer you a job, Riley, as my apprentice. You would assist me in the forge and be paid for your help. Does this sound fair to you?"
DM Arrakeen wrote:Riley glances between the elderly blacksmith and Anne, nodding in understanding. "I'd leave the Orphanage then?"
"Yes," Anne concurs. "During the time of your apprenticeship, you would live together with your teacher."
"But who would take care of all that needs to be done around here then?" Riley frowns lightly.
"Well, we have already discussed this with Mr Gideon. You would still work one day a week here," ilmatari explains.
The boy rubs the back of his neck in thought. "I can work with my hands, no problem. It would be good to know a craft I think. I could make a living, right?" Riley looks to Gideon.
"Fifty-one years have I been a smith, Riley. I was thirteen, and an orphan, when I was taken in as an apprentice. Blacksmithing isn't just working for others, it is turning iron and steel and mithral into tools and weapons and armour. Those things you create are used by others, and only because you as a smith did it. You like to work with your hands, and this is a hands-on job."
The smith pauses to clear his dry throat. "Of course, when you finish your tasks for the day, I am more than willing to allow you to return to the orphanage to allow you to see your friends."
The blacksmith then softly adds, "This is an opportunity, not a punishment."
DM Arrakeen wrote:The bulky boy glances between the adults for a moment then a look of resolve shows in his eyes. "Let's do it then. I'm ready to learn," he smiles.
"When would you like him to move, sir?" Anne directs her question at Gideon.
"I am only willing to teach those wanting to learn,"
he says to Riley.
"On the morrow would be fine with me, if that is not too soon."
DM Arrakeen wrote:"That's fine. I'll have the boy packed and ready in the morning then," Anne nods with a smile then turns to Riley. "Go on. Pack and get ready."
"Aye," Riley grins. "Til morn' " the boy dips his head and leaves the room.
Ilmatari looks back to Gideon. "That went well," she chuckles warmly.
"Until morning."
He says to Riley as the boy departs.
A sigh of relief escapes his lips as Riley leaves. "Aye, well enough."
He says to Anne. There's a smile to his eyes, but it doesn't touch his lips.
DM Arrakeen wrote:"Let me see you out, sir," Anne raises and heads to door. "I can't express how happy this arrangement makes me. I hope it all goes well," she escorts Gideon to the main entrance.
"It'll go well. He's eager to learn."
Gideon rises slowly. He follows Anne to the front entrance to the orphanage.
"Thank you for this opportunity, Anne."
He manages a small, fleeting smile.
DM Arrakeen wrote:The young woman smiles. "My pleasure. We will see you tomorrow, sir," she opens the door for him.