Standing in the doorway of the smith’s workshop, Asharri leaned her weight against the frame with her arms crossed over her chest. As she waited for the man to emerge with a list of supplies he needed to continue his work, she found herself watching the locals going about their daily routines with a simple nod given to any that happened to meet her gaze in passing. Trying not to acknowledge the appeal of a simpler life just as she had always done, Asharri found herself thinking more on pressing matters.
In between her dealings with the Wayward Collective and finishing up her contract of service to Magistrix Brightfall, she found herself spending a little more time on her own assisting Laiyla with her recovery. While the blood knight was still dead-set on her refusal of artificial limb reattachment of goblin-made origins, Asharri did what she could to keep woman occupied while pushing to return to duty in any way that she could. Even if it was only to return to a life of desk duty and menial training regiments.
A faint clicking sound brought Asharri back from her thoughts and she immediately looked back into the sunlit workshop as the smith approached from another doorway that led into his cozy home. Keeping her weight against the door frame, she patiently waited for the man to bring her the list she had come to collect all the while keeping her gaze locked upon his impressive physique. Looking away proved difficult when it came to Keth’Aelsar who seemed to always lack a shirt in her presence; intentional or not.
“This should do it,” Keth’Aelsar held out the list as he came to stop in front of the smaller woman. “Or is there anything else I can do for you?”
Catching his suggestive tone all too quickly, Asharri felt her cheeks burn and grabbed the list from his hand fast as lightning. Looking it over, she responded shortly and shook her head, “No. This will do it. I will get this to Tovs right away.”
Grinning down at her, Keth’Aelsar pressed a hand against the frame of the doorway right above her head and responded, “I don’t know Ash, the color on your cheeks says otherwise.”
Folding the list in half, Asharri pocketed it and dared to meet his gaze. For a few passing moments she was silent as she worked within herself to resist him. Dealing with the blacksmith was becoming a little more difficult each time and she hated to admit it. In fact, she likely would never admit it. Business was business after all.
“It’s just a little warm in here,” she replied confidently. “I don’t see how you can stand the heat.”
With a slow shrug, Keth’Aelsar smiled softly and looked back into the workshop for a moment, “I find that it helps to remove my shirt from time to time.” Feeling a little too bold, the smith returned his attention to Asharri and winked, “I wouldn’t be offended in the slightest if you wished to do the same.”
Stiffening up, Asharri could barely believe his confidence this afternoon. It was unlike most others. Perhaps he was becoming a little too comfortable working alongside her a little too quickly. Whatever it was, it seemed to catch her slightly off-guard, even if deep down she rather enjoyed it.
“I will be taking my leave now, Keth.” Asharri answered, her voice quivering a bit. Slipping under his arm quickly and out into the sunlight, she inclined her head in a professional manner and started off as swiftly as she could. No telling what she would do had she given herself time to consider his suggestion. “A crew will arrive tomorrow morning to pick up the shipment. Farewell.”
With a soft huff, Keth’Aelsar ran a hand through his dark hair and called out after her with a knowing grin, “I hate seeing you go, Ash. Can’t say I do not enjoy watching you leave though!”
In that moment, the smith gained all the satisfaction he needed out of that in watching the tiny woman’s ears droop dramatically as she sauntered off. Sooner or later, she would give in. That was all the hope he needed.