Sky loved the winter. He loved the cold air, the gray skies, and the shimmering snowfall. Winter was the best time to mine, as well. It wasn't hot out and Sky could always just bundle up to keep warm. He spent most of the winter mining ores and minerals. This year he had found some interesting crystals. They didn't seem useful for crafting, but they were very brittle and turned to powder easily. Maybe they could be used a some sort of fertilizer, full of minerals to make soil rich? Who knew? Sky hadn't thought about it for too long.
The warm fires of the forge kept the smithy quite warm enough for the winter, and a small stream of gray smoke continuously flowed out of the forge's chimney throughout the season. It was still a little nippy out at night, so the forge stayed glowing orange for the time being.
Sky was early to rise, before the sun was even out, for he loved to travel to the mountain every morning to watch the sun rise. It was good exercise and he could always carry some firewood back home to turn into charcoal for smithing. This morning was not unlike any other. It was still a little chilly, but the sunlight would surely fix that soon enough. Sky woke up before the sleepy town and bundled up in his black stocking cap, bulky red and black plaid wool insulated coat, tan work pants, and brown boots. After strapping his hand axe onto his waist, he was ready for his morning walk.
The nature-loving blacksmith exited his home and didn't bother locking the door behind him, he never did. He gazed up at the dark, early morning sky as he stepped into the town square. There were a couple clouds drifting by, but it looked like a clear morning for the most part. It would be a magnificent sunrise on this first day of spring.
"Feels like it's going to be a good year."Sky mumbled the words of encouragement to himself. He walked off towards the mountain trail, pondering what to make out of his newly mined gems and metals. He followed the stream up the mountain, listening to the trickling water recently freed from winter's captivity. Soon, he reached the waterfall. He was now at a crossroads; the path to the right led past the hot springs to his mine. Sky continued to the left towards the summit of this little mountain where he had spent so much time last year. He had built a small observation deck in a stable area at the summit so that everyone may enjoy the mountain's view safely.
It took no longer than an hour to hike to the summit, and once you got there, you realized that it was completely worth it. The view was breathtaking. You could see ahead of you for miles. Nothing but the splendor and beauty of nature.
A moment passed and the purple sky began to shift into glowing hues of orange and red. The orange sun rose almost perfectly in line with this spot. Sky leaned on the railing of the deck and marveled at the first skies of spring. To Sky, sunrise was the Goddess' pallet with which she used to paint the day. It was truly a sight to behold.
Sky stood and thought about the upcoming day for a few moments before heading back down to the town. Everyone, except for early birds, should just be waking up when he arrives back. On the way down, Sky hacked a few limbs off of a couple trees farther off of the path. He didn't want the trees along the path to look shabby to people if they decided to visit the mountain.
Morning had set in now as Sky arrived back to his home. He placed the wood in the woodshed outside of his smithy and walked inside to begin sorting and stocking his metals and gems away. He had collected all sorts of metals, iron, copper, and even a little silver! He found some crystals like different colors of quartz and he got lucky and found a peridot and an amethyst vein. Now he can make some jewelry to start selling. But for now, he has to store his materials. He took his coat and hat off, showing off his white tank top and somewhat messy brown hair.
He placed his ores in a shelved closet near the forge. His gems were placed in display cases near the front of the smithy, so if anyone wanted jewelry custom made for them, they could pick the gems out themselves. With everything put away, Sky sat at his desk, preparing to draw some schematics for his new line of jewelry. Before he could begin, though, the door to his smithy swung open. Sky stood up and turned to greet his visitors with a nod. It was Theron, being as kind as always, holding the door open for Filly. A warm breeze would escape when Theron opened the door.
Sky didn't say much. A gruff "welcome" rumbled out from Sky's vocals as he cleared his throat. "Nice mornin' out, eh? What can I help ya two with today?" Sky tried to sound friendly, but his deep and somewhat gruff voice made it hard sometimes. This time, he was mostly successful. He stood, motioning for the two to come on inside.