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*“There girl, hold still, I’m almost done.” I hit the bolt with my hammer, fitting it smoothly with the rest of the armour. The dragon snorts and dances in place. Most of the time dragons are usually calm and happy to wait while they’re being fitted, but this is Linder; Her impatience is her greatest flaw. She’s half fire dragon and half mystic dragon, giving her an unusual hot pink color.
One more bang of my hammer and I’m finished. “There, I‘m finished.”
Linder cranes her long neck around and looks over her new armour. I can see my reflection in her big intelligent eyes. She breathes her approval.
“Thanks,” I reply.
“Sarika!” A familiar form steps into the blacksmith tent.
“Oh hi, Anny.” I walk over to greet her. As always, she’s wearing a freshly pressed dress, today it’s a pink one with yellow flowers to match the ribbon tied around her waist. Her golden hair is curled and tied back with a yellow ribbon.
“Wow, you did a really good job.” She admires Linder’s armour but doesn’t approach the dragon. Linder starts to reach her muzzle out to sniff Anny’s hand.
“Thanks,” I step over and gently push Linder’s muzzle away. Anny doesn’t like dragons, Anny doesn't like dragons but has learned to be around them over the years; However, she is still kind of scared of them.
Anny and me are so opposite from each other it amazes me how good we get along. While she prefers to stay inside and do housework, I absolutely have to be outside with the dragons. I got my job in dragon blacksmithing from my father, who is away in the war.
“What did Martin send you for?” I knew this because that’s usually the only reason Anny came out here. Martin’s the general of Horzaxidialoi’s division -the town’s name comes from dragon tongue; meaning “place of many fields”. Most dragons can’t talk, only certain ones can speak directly to humans.
“Martin wanted me to see if you were done fitting the dragon yet. He wants to see you.”
“Well, I’m done.” I don’t even ask why he doesn’t come ask me himself. Martin has authority- and he uses it. I take off my protective chaps and lay them on the workbench.
I give Linder a pat on the neck. “OK, go show Thomas. He’ll show you what to do next.” She snorts and obediently exits the tent.
Anny and I follow behind her, walking side by side down the cobblestone street. Horse hoofs clip clop, another hammer hits metal, and somewhere an instrument plays. People are talking and laughing all around.
I take a deep breath, taking in smells of fresh baked bread, horse, and a hint of smoke.
Anny stops in front of the tailor shop. “He is in here.”
After saying our good-byes I step inside and sure enough, Martin is there. He’s standing at the front counter talking with a very bewildered looking seamstress.
I stand quietly, politely waiting for him to finish.
“So then I say to him: How could he not see it? Forget the fact of rain!”
The seamstress meets my eyes and we share our confusion silently.
Martin is a natural leader, he takes his work very seriously. But he can be a little . . . Strange. Sometimes he talks about things that make no sense. He seems to think that everyone knows what he means. He has a thin face and a beard on his chin, light color eyes, and a small scar on one cheek. He’s wearing a tunic with our army’s colors - green and dark red with a symbol of a dragon head and wing.
Finally, he notices me.
“Ah, Sarika!” He booms. “Come, join us.”
I step around a barrel to get to where he’s standing.
“Yes sir?” I try to sound formal.
“Have you finished fitting Linder?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good,” He nods, bobbing his head in an almost comical way. He leans against the counter. “You’ve become quite the blacksmith haven’t you?”
I shrug modestly, secretly delighted.
“Well, I think you deserve a treat. How would you like to visit the training camp. I know how much you like the dragons.”
My eyes widen in excitement. “Oh yes sir! Thank you!”
He smiles. “Good, later this afternoon than?”
I nod grinning from ear-to-ear. He waves me out with a motion of his hand. Barely able to contain my excitement I run out into the street laughing.
The training camps are (In my opinion) the best place in the world. I have always wanted to see one up close. I hurry home to get ready.


