Iskra
this heartwood was cut too damn deep
While Deimos sketches out the general thoughts and designs, Iskra busies himself collecting bucketfuls of the specific components they'll need to make this. The cobalt goes into one bucket, necessary for the brilliant blue hue of the final product. The manganese goes into another, although they require far less of it, mostly there to add the sparkling effect that emulates Safrin's stars. The sand that Deimos produced earlier, or more accurately, the silica in it, would give the glassy body to it all.
Trotting at his side, Goose follows Iskra back to the desk just as Deimos is finishing up and offering an explanation of his sketches. Iskra sets the two buckets down nearby before leaning over to assess the charcoal art fully. "Ah, yeah, I see," he murmurs, tracing one section with a finger as if committing that to memory better. "I can weave in an enchantment to keep them more solid and sturdy in their addition to the altars, so their shape might change slightly in response to that magic," he offers, reaching then for some of the gathered materials.
"Alright, would you move these materials into the flame I create? We'll melt them together to get the finished product." Off to the side of the desk is a clearer section of stone where Iskra places an empty, stone dish, almost too deep and wide for him to successfully manage. He'd placed it there earlier in preparation, and now he turns to it, snapping a ball of flame into it's center. "Feed them in with more sand, then cobalt, then some manganese," he instructs, having done the studies to look up the amounts and ratios.
Trotting at his side, Goose follows Iskra back to the desk just as Deimos is finishing up and offering an explanation of his sketches. Iskra sets the two buckets down nearby before leaning over to assess the charcoal art fully. "Ah, yeah, I see," he murmurs, tracing one section with a finger as if committing that to memory better. "I can weave in an enchantment to keep them more solid and sturdy in their addition to the altars, so their shape might change slightly in response to that magic," he offers, reaching then for some of the gathered materials.
"Alright, would you move these materials into the flame I create? We'll melt them together to get the finished product." Off to the side of the desk is a clearer section of stone where Iskra places an empty, stone dish, almost too deep and wide for him to successfully manage. He'd placed it there earlier in preparation, and now he turns to it, snapping a ball of flame into it's center. "Feed them in with more sand, then cobalt, then some manganese," he instructs, having done the studies to look up the amounts and ratios.
I can't see the wood for the trees
