Kreyu catches his smile. "We may meet them on the path, or their kin."
This part of their journey is uneventful, and at long last they arrive at the home and forge of the Master Smith.
It doesn't look like much from the outside, just a house built of field stone and roofed with thatch. Milk white boar hounds with red eyes and ears lie in various states of doggy sprawl under the eaves of the building, faerie hounds.
The largest dog lifts his head to look at them, yawns, then stands up, stretching. He shakes himself a bit and trots over to the door, pushing it open with his shoulder. He walks on through the doorway with the takka takka noise of dog claws on stone.
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This part of their journey is uneventful, and at long last they arrive at the home and forge of the Master Smith.
It doesn't look like much from the outside, just a house built of field stone and roofed with thatch. Milk white boar hounds with red eyes and ears lie in various states of doggy sprawl under the eaves of the building, faerie hounds.
The largest dog lifts his head to look at them, yawns, then stands up, stretching. He shakes himself a bit and trots over to the door, pushing it open with his shoulder. He walks on through the doorway with the takka takka noise of dog claws on stone.