He did not react to the assertion that the ring was just a ring, keeping his thoughts hidden behind emerald eyes as he nodded in acceptance of the explanation. Of the blush he made no comment, though his emerald eyes sparkled as he glanced at the pale woman and considered the rather unmistakable tinge of color in her fairest skin. "Indeed," he rumbled. He left it there for the moment as he nodded at the bar of silver that Maea was slowly working into a thinner, longer, and more flexible length. "A ring is one of the simpler pieces to make. Hm. What does the first ring look like? Perhaps you can make this one to stack with it."
Using tweezers that looked almost comically delicate in his large hands, Hadama plucked a few metal filings from the jar and set them atop the heated gold. He placed the empty setting atop them so that they were sandwiched and then took up his small copper pipe and the alcohol lamp and blew with great care through the opening of the blowpipe to direct and amplify the lamp's heat onto the filings.
Using tweezers that looked almost comically delicate in his large hands, Hadama plucked a few metal filings from the jar and set them atop the heated gold. He placed the empty setting atop them so that they were sandwiched and then took up his small copper pipe and the alcohol lamp and blew with great care through the opening of the blowpipe to direct and amplify the lamp's heat onto the filings.
