Moonshine and his family were very appreiciative for the safety and care they had been given for the past few months by his mother and father in the Shimmerscale Clan. However, no amount of collected treasure offered to his parents could make the young dragon soothe a hole in his soul that had been growing or a concern he had. Moonshine was a crafter by nature, an artisan with metal. He was also used to caring for the dwellings of his family.
Being around so many kin and resting, he hadn't crafted a single metal item in over a month, his muse was roaring in his heart to be freed. Aside from that, he noticed mother and father were ever so busy with the many young they adopted and cared for with those large and caring souls of theirs. Little time was left to tend to many needs their massive lair was aquiring. This was something the young dragon was seeing as a bright point he and his family could tend to while they stayed and sorted out things.
He would discuss his plans with Myrlene later in the morning. For now he left his wife snuggled up with his son among a pile of furs and lumbered into the halls. His green eyes were taking note of many things just in the hallways as he walked that could be improved or needed repaired. Lighting fixtures, hinges, door handles and settings. Perhaps improving some of the lighting. A peek into the libraries he loved as a little thing was almost too painful to look at it. Father and mother had done much to improve it, but he could see some sturdier book shelves could help here and there.
Yes, yes....he could do much to help his kin. It wouldn't be flashy or ornate, but it would get the itch scratched a bit and relieve his muse. He made his way into the lower areas of the lair were Aurthur told him a forge was set up. Soon, something would be heard. An old draconinc chant, a drinking song perhaps, a strike of hammer on metal and the bellow of a dragon breathing and the crackle of dragons fire kissing metal.
Moonshine's eyes lit up behind the goggles he slid over them now. Glowling metal was slowing being crafted into an ornate light fixture. Perhaps a torch or candle holder, maybe a lantern hook or even a housing for a magic gem to glow in. Whatever he was crafting, scales gleamed on it, the begginings of claws and wings emerged, and even if it was a mundane item, the artisan was reflected in it.
Being around so many kin and resting, he hadn't crafted a single metal item in over a month, his muse was roaring in his heart to be freed. Aside from that, he noticed mother and father were ever so busy with the many young they adopted and cared for with those large and caring souls of theirs. Little time was left to tend to many needs their massive lair was aquiring. This was something the young dragon was seeing as a bright point he and his family could tend to while they stayed and sorted out things.
He would discuss his plans with Myrlene later in the morning. For now he left his wife snuggled up with his son among a pile of furs and lumbered into the halls. His green eyes were taking note of many things just in the hallways as he walked that could be improved or needed repaired. Lighting fixtures, hinges, door handles and settings. Perhaps improving some of the lighting. A peek into the libraries he loved as a little thing was almost too painful to look at it. Father and mother had done much to improve it, but he could see some sturdier book shelves could help here and there.
Yes, yes....he could do much to help his kin. It wouldn't be flashy or ornate, but it would get the itch scratched a bit and relieve his muse. He made his way into the lower areas of the lair were Aurthur told him a forge was set up. Soon, something would be heard. An old draconinc chant, a drinking song perhaps, a strike of hammer on metal and the bellow of a dragon breathing and the crackle of dragons fire kissing metal.
Moonshine's eyes lit up behind the goggles he slid over them now. Glowling metal was slowing being crafted into an ornate light fixture. Perhaps a torch or candle holder, maybe a lantern hook or even a housing for a magic gem to glow in. Whatever he was crafting, scales gleamed on it, the begginings of claws and wings emerged, and even if it was a mundane item, the artisan was reflected in it.