<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Skrida.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Skrida<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nilteni, Astrid<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Skrida's Forge & Mikla's Workshop<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning<br/><br/><hr/><br/>[continued from Kayax (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178593.msg8645108#msg8645108)]<br/><br/>Even in the depths of this long winter, the forge was always warm. Heat washed over his body and made him let out another near moan. For all that he'd been in the Dyr since birth and deep within them for over three years, he'd never adapted to the snow and cold. "I'm glad it suits your tastes," he said to Astrid, ruffling his own hair as he stepped further into the forge. "It's had some adaptions over the years to give Mikla more room. I'm sure the same will happen to accommodate you."<br/><br/>There was a small pile of pots in the back he was meant to be fixing for the Sacrifice House. It loomed somewhat menacingly, though he ignored it with great aplomb. Instead he leant against one of the many workshop tables, hands gripping the edges of it to help support his weight as he looked at her. "You implied you know your way around a forge, but it was never really stated what your skills are. What<em>do</em>you do?"<br/><br/>The question was said kindly and was clearly directed at Astrid. Despite this, his grey eyes were tracking the movements of Nilteni. He'd noticed how Astrid had seemed to be eyeing the wolf, not with fear or some such, but in the way that Vedr used to look at the village dogs. She probably wanted to pet Nilteni. That thought was enough to make him chuckle under his breath, for Nilteni's easy going nature usually only extended so far. "Nilteni, I've some of your pants and furs in the back," he said, jerking his head toward where he so often slept, "if you want to change."