After cleaning up the drool the two headed over to inform Ciaran, but first they had to find him.
The cheeky child was dangling from the rafters in the attic, how he got up there was none of their concern as they scurried to get hm down safely. With one Ciaran retrieved and safely on the ground the three could finalise shipping Ciaran off.
“Ciaran Mr Burton is here, and he says you can start learning, isn’t that right Mr Burton?”
“COUGH, oh ah yeah, Kiddo just pop on over after school tomorrow and we can get you started”
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY”
“… I think he’s happy”
“Yeah… is it too late to say no”
“yes”
And so, with that Ciaran’s father could finally rest and poor Mr Burton was in for more than he bargained for.
The next day, Ciaran didn’t bother saying farewell to his friends preferring to race to his mother, the grin on his face hid nothing. The two walked to the blacksmiths shop and Ciaran bounced his way to the counter where Mr Burton upon noticing them spoke
“Ciaran you can head through that door, I will be with you in a sec”
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“okay”
Ciaran kept his bag on and wandered through the big cream coloured door between two weapons racks at the very back of the store leaving Mr Burton and Aerecura alone.
“I heard from Elaine, if you truly are her daughter then it makes sense how you are with “That Man”. If you ever intend to go back and claim a few heads, then my blade will be yours my lady”
“That is for later, we still have to secure a title first. your offer is appreciated though and I will keep it in mind Sir Burton”
“Yeah, that’s to be expected, the moment I found out that man lived here I gave up on hiding it. Now I must go attend to your wee one if I may?”
“you’re the one who started talking, now off you go”
Behind that cream door was a large workshop, on the left were three anvils an in the right were four different furnaces, in the centre of the room were an array of different tools clumped together in racks or piled on top of each other as well as one Ciaran poking and playing with a few of them.
Entering the workshop Burton sighed to himself quietly, closing the door he places a smile upon his face. Mr burton then picked up Ciaran, his strained jubilance redirecting the child's attention
“Hey there little guy, why don't we get you started on something more interesting than that”
“But they all have that funny Aether thingy going on”
“You want to make that someday, don't you?”
“yeah”
“Then we better start now, come on”
Mr burton guided Ciaran how to sloppily hit the hammer, but throughout the entire time his eyes drifted to a black cabinet that hid beyond the forges with bold lettering on one of the doors “you fucked up didn't you” there were many things about that cabinet that kept his attention but the least pressing of which was that he needed to change the language to something a child could be near. It was almost inevitable that he would need to open it, especially since it was only his second time teaching a child.
Other than two darting pupils and a bouncy pupil the lesson went somewhat smoothly allowing Mr burton some respite after sending the child home in one piece.