Play With Fire, You Will Be Burned

I hear only silence as I open my eyes. Left to right, right to left. I am in a wagon...no, I am my wagon. Sleeping. Why? Then it comes back now...I was at the forge, hammering out a collar when the hammer strike sounds hollow. A sound that is not good for either you just cracked your hammer or the metal was weaker which, in turn, breaks. It did break, I heard it. I turn to find it as it fell on my blind side when it occuredto me I heard the break but not it hitting the ground. The curvature of the collar and the shape of the hammer after so many poundings just made for a rather unfortunate accident. Now, this whole thought process was instant in my head. Just as quick as that thought came so did the collar that was snapped in half. It shot up and into me. Natural reaction was to get it off and I do so. I do it by quickly clamping my hand on it and throwing it down. I quickly leave the forge and mount my Kaiila and ride out to the plains. I go far enough now to know I am alone and then let the anger for my carelessness out. Let the pain it is causing me out. A fierce primal roar comes out and echoes around me on the plains. Now, I have to control the pain for a burn is not like a quiva strike, lance strike or any weapon strike really. It burns and continues to do so to you for some time. I close my eyes and focus on the pain and to no longer let it be in control for I am in control. I did this for some time. How long? I do not know. I am brought back to the plains now with the sound of someone approaching and looking slowly, I know it is Silken. Silken treats my arm and gives me things for it to help in dealing with the burn. After such, I do feel tired. Really tired. Before I can even ask Silken what it was I had, I am asleep. I never fall asleep like that. Not that fast anyway. Odd.