Raffaello Filomarino, the Blacksmith of Vico Cristallini
Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2023 10:52 am
Naples, Vico de'Cristallini.
Raphael wiped the sweat from his forehead with a rag. He threw the cloth on the long wooden table strewn with tools and sat down heavily on a wooden trunk that served as his chair. He watched the fire moan lazily in the furnace, moved slightly by the wind.
He got to his feet and walked over to a white-enameled tin basin.
He looked at his face in the basin of water. The long disheveled black hair, the thin nose and the eyes the color of dark iron. He had a strong, square jaw and olive skin that took on amber hues in the light of the dancing flame in the furnace.
He cupped his hands and dipped them into the cold water, scooping it up and throwing it at his face. He found some relief from the feeling of dryness and thirst that the flame caused him. He dropped back onto the log.
It was the end of December 1285 and the sky was the same color as the pieces of iron. Rain.
/off: what year it is?
Raphael wiped the sweat from his forehead with a rag. He threw the cloth on the long wooden table strewn with tools and sat down heavily on a wooden trunk that served as his chair. He watched the fire moan lazily in the furnace, moved slightly by the wind.
He got to his feet and walked over to a white-enameled tin basin.
He looked at his face in the basin of water. The long disheveled black hair, the thin nose and the eyes the color of dark iron. He had a strong, square jaw and olive skin that took on amber hues in the light of the dancing flame in the furnace.
He cupped his hands and dipped them into the cold water, scooping it up and throwing it at his face. He found some relief from the feeling of dryness and thirst that the flame caused him. He dropped back onto the log.
It was the end of December 1285 and the sky was the same color as the pieces of iron. Rain.
/off: what year it is?