A Gift To Destiny {Destiny Shrine Prompt}

Vulcan worked tirelessly through the night, his furnace working overtime. The day had been finished long ago and his customer's orders had been fulfilled for the day. This was personal.
He wiped the sweat from his brow with a dirty rag, taking a large gulp of water that had since gone lukewarm sitting on his desk for so long. It was a disgusting taste but his thirst needed quenching. It could've been a dirty puddle for all he cared. He was used to working with a variety of metal in a variety of different circumstances. He was rather skilled in his craft but there was a difference between armour and what he was creating today. This was small and fiddly, causing Vulcan to truly think about each strike of his hammer. There was no room for error or he would have to throw it away and start again. He heated it up, twisted and hammered it into place then dunked it in the bucket of water beside him. The sizzle of the metal cooling down so suddenly was a satisfying noise to him. It would never grow old.

More hammering and twisting was done, the clock ticking by quickly. Within a flash, the sun began to rise, shining through his store window unexpectedly. He blinked at the sunlight, his eyes weary with tiredness. There was no time to sleep though. He added the final touches to his masterpiece, smiling happily with the final result. [i]Destiny shall be happy with this.[/i] And, just like that, he whizzed out the door so fast he almost shattered the glass windows in the frame as it slammed against the wall from the force he opened it. He cantered down the street, his hooves clattering against the cobblestones. The road was quiet - no one else was stupid enough to be away at this time in the morning. Vulcan preferred it this way as it meant he could get where he needed to be rather sharpish without the constant stopping and weaving. He carried the object cautiously, his tongue securing it between his lips as he couldn't dare risk any teeth marks on it. He could've grabbed a sachel but, in his haste, he was already out the door before the thought even crossed his mind. [i]Never mind, we're almost there now.[/i]

He whipped round the corner and the scenery suddenly changed. From a built up city to the countryside. On the other side of Faline's wall was a large expanse of farmland. Vulcan often came here to think as it was always so peaceful here and the farmers didn't mind if he hung around the fence line from time to time. He slowed, finding the perfect spot beside a lonely apple tree on the edge of one of the fields. The fruit wasn't quite ripe yet but that didn't matter. Vulcan wasn't here for a morning snack. He placed his little metal model beside the tree, nestled amongst the roots of the tree. In front of it, he settled down in the grass, staring at his creation for a moment. It was the daintiest thing he had ever created - a small, metal bird fashioned from one long, thin strip of his finest iron. It had been a cast off from some armour he had made the previous week and, rather than throw it away, he decided to create something beautiful with it. As a first attempt, it was slightly wonky. If you looked at it at the wrong angle, you wouldn't believe it was a bird but he was so proud of it. [b]"Oh Destiny! Please accept my offering to you."[/b] It was nothing grand or spectacular and he wouldn't be surprised if he was ignored but the work he had produced was incredible to him and he was so proud of how far he had come from the little boy in Mead.

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