So there I was, wishing I could do something
anything, besides forging...
It is your voice I hear
warning of stray wishes
when all I want is a day
far from the forge and heavy armour
You, who know the whims
of the Divine only too well,
move about me cautioning,
be careful girl, for what you wish.
While I, in merry disregard,
tempt tomorrow.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Lanosian, in the year 156 MA.