Taraah / Shiina's smith

"Put your mind at ease, If I wanted to do something bad, you would not get a warning. I meant what I said, I'm looking for a home. I wouldn't want to torch it beforehand." She said, the corners of her closed maw tugging up in an imitation of a hominid smile. She learneed quickly that a toothy smile looks rather threatening on a dragon.

She poked her head and neck in through the door. The workshop looked rather cozy. The door wouldn't fit more of her, and she did not fancy changing skins again, especially since Shiina seemed immune to it. She lied down on her side like a lazy cat, only her neck and head up looking at the inside of the shop.

"I never touched a hammer in my life!" She said with an excited happiness in her voice. "I have enchanted weapons before though. I wonder if the magic would be stronger if used during the forging itself. However..." She grinned, "I fancy myself a bit of a patron of artists. So, show me your wares. If you are worthy of my attention, I shall shower you with bleasings!" [i]I should make a religion out of this![/i] she thought to herself, wondering if she should dare the actual gods.