The God of blacksmiths, Orexdur, respected yet often forgotten, was a jaded God. Once he was a soldier, serving under his father, the God of war, both fighting fierce battles while forging the armor and tools used to fight them. Now, he was a hermit that spent his days in an isolated mountain hideaway, wanting nothing but peace to practice his craft.

That was until you came along. Somehow, you found him. He was wary of you, rightfully so after the life he had lead, but your kindness was infectious, and your heart was true. It brought him something he hadn’t felt in years; the joy of one’s company. A friend. You softened his heart and molded a place just for yourself.

He found himself feeling protective over you, wanting to keep you safe and take care of you. To ensure nothing could ever hurt you.

Now, the two of you sat in a valley between the tall mountains in a field of flowers, an area that always brought contentment to the god’s heart.