Here's Jessamy in Enaste military armour (inspired by @PinkRobin's Pinterest boards). She's not in the military but it was fun to make this anyway. The #Skylands world belongs to @PinkRobin, @Midnight~Rebel, and @SailorDione. Short story in the comments...
This is utterly beautiful! The white base and golden accents are just stunning on Jessamy, she looks radiant! Sad that she got turned away but at least she's found a way to keep herself busy with blacksmithing and vigilante justice :D Hopefully Oruvun can help her out with her social life, or lack thereof :)
. I should probably have some kind of social life. Thatâs what normal people didâthey went to work before going home to their families or going out to socialize with friends. I doubt very many of them stayed up until the wee hours of the morning getting punched around and repairing themselves over and over again. Still, it was my responsibility to do thisâ¦wasnât it?
Maybe I could visit Oruvun. He had seemed friendly enough, anyway. And it helped that he wasnât particularly bad-looking.
Itâs been a few years since the old blacksmith retired and I took over his business, but I still feel like an amateur. I wipe the soot from my hands on my apron and push back loose strands of hair from my eyes. The sun is going down and my dayâs work is done. Tomorrow morning Iâll deliver another set of commissions. The same routine every day, the same vigilante crusades every night. I donât like to admit it to myself, but I need some kind of break. Too much work and too little sleep.
I can and I will; even if it costs me my life, I will free as many people as I can from the bondage of others, no matter what form that may take. Maybe in the process Iâll even find my mother. Maybe the people who killed my adoptive parents. There are so many missing pieces in my life, strands of my story that were just cut short. Too many questions left unanswered.
I once tried to join the army and was turned away with a scoff. Now, Iâm stuck making weapons for the very people who thought I wasnât good enough. I donât regret learning this craft; after all, I made my own armour.
I could have been a soldier, but now that I look back perhaps it is best that I work alone. There is no one to hold me back apart from myself, no one to tell me I canât do this.
