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Daphne Bridgerton

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[gascogne]

[The nod he has for that show of determination is one of respect, and he ignores the tighter hold on his arm, doesn't draw attention to it. D'Artagnan takes the time to look around too, some of the equipment foreign to him, some of the materials, but the general set up and nature of the space reminds him very much of the smaller blacksmiths areas in Paris he'd been to. Open space that feels more enclosed with the heat of it, and he pulls at the buttons on his jacket to open more of them. Daphne's observation is noted with a low agreeable hum, as D'Artagnan follows her gaze to the man clamping a red hot length of metal, ready to hammer it flatter at the edge. He's noticed them and holds his hammer off for the moment.]

Yes, I believe so. I don't know if they've another term here.

[Catching the man's eye, he steps forward, but doesn't make any move to see that Daphne stays back, including a look towards her while he greets the blacksmith and states their purpose for the visit, the basics of what they might be looking for in a sword specifically made for her.]

Have you opinions, Daphne? What you might like that I haven't covered.

[It will be her sword, after all.]

[sheening]

[ daphne nods faintly when d'artagnan answers, steps with him as they approach the blacksmith. she has heard the names of swords before, but knows little of potential variants.

she glances to d'artagnan at first, hesitating because, well, does she have opinions? her chin rises: of course she does! ]

It will be my first sword. [ best to start out with that, truth and pride in her voice as she speaks to the blacksmith who gives her a quirk of a smile. anyone who sees her might be able to guess she doesn't frequent forges. ] Whatever you think shall be suitable for my height and weight, one that I may wield with confidence that shall not diminish my desire to learn its proper use.

[ she holds her head and shoulders straight, hand tucking in tighter around d'artagnan's arm. ] I would care for the...hilt to have a personal affect, so it can be more my own. Something...elegant. Silver. Or, blue. [ she's not sure if it seems vapid to crave such a thing, but daphne does not falter in this request or in stating -- ] I shall like my initials on it as well. D-B. [ for either bridgerton or bassett, how convenient.

the blacksmith seems amenable, but turns to regard d'artagnan at the same time that daphne looks over to him as well. ]

That shall suffice, I believe, do you not? [ those are her opinions, but help her out if she's missing something important? ]

[gascogne]

[It's difficult not to smile as Daphne makes her statements. She's clearly intent on learning, excited with it even, and D'Artagnan finds himself reminded of some of the more eager cadets, taking pride in things they've not yet learned, simply the fact that they've a chance to. Her attitude lends itself well towards his brand of instruction, where he might be direct and blunt with criticisms or suggestions and she'll not dismiss them and quit so easily. D'Artagnan exchanges an amused glance with the blacksmith as Daphne goes on to specify a colour scheme and embellishment for the hilt, but it's with an endeared sort of mirth instead of something mocking, and he nods as Daphne turns to direct her question towards him.]

Yes, above and beyond sufficient, I should think. You'll have a handsome sword at your side, Daphne.

[The blacksmith isn't deterred from her requests, and assures them he'll be able to fashion something suitable, suggesting she try some of the swords set out against the back wall to give him an idea of weight. It's going to take a while, and likely have to pick it up later.]