His words were knives, white-hot and jabbing into her. She didn't have confidence in a lot of things, but what he said--
"Perhaps all of what you have said is true. That I am quite young, and that I am a woman. It would normally be unthinkable work for a woman, and my uncle has said the same. But what matters far more than any of that that is the quality of my work. And if you would tell me to turn from my path as a smith, I will ask you to refrain."
It was a hot-blooded response, and in an instant she held up one of her arms pointedly, showing the burn scarring of her skin with an even hotter fire in her eyes as she just glared at him, "I learned how painful and grueling of a path this was long ago, and that has never deterred me. It was always my choice, and it was that alone."
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"Perhaps all of what you have said is true. That I am quite young, and that I am a woman. It would normally be unthinkable work for a woman, and my uncle has said the same. But what matters far more than any of that that is the quality of my work. And if you would tell me to turn from my path as a smith, I will ask you to refrain."
It was a hot-blooded response, and in an instant she held up one of her arms pointedly, showing the burn scarring of her skin with an even hotter fire in her eyes as she just glared at him, "I learned how painful and grueling of a path this was long ago, and that has never deterred me. It was always my choice, and it was that alone."