Iskra
this heartwood was cut too damn deep
He supposes there's meaning to the efforts gods ask them to go through, and for this they had to do it the more careful way. A bit of science and struggle, to give cleaner understanding of the process that could otherwise be snapped into place, no different from learning math before a calculator comes in. And all this, to create something worth adorning the altars. Art and it's expression plays an important role though, as he well knows, so he doesn't mind the task int he slightest.
Together they begin to work to heat and combine all the products. Iskra keeps the flame just right while Deimos provides the ingredients. "Yeah, just like that! I'll tell you when, then you can use telekenesis to pull the finish out and mold it to form." His gaze doesn't leave the molten shape of what they're making, trusting Deimos to understand cleanly. "There's a stone shelf that it'll sit to cool on just there." Iskra tilts his head towards the direction, continuing to watch, calling for more cobalt or more manganese as needed. Then, as flame merges the three components together and gives enough time and shape to it, the mass of raw blue goldstone is made. "Now!"
Together they begin to work to heat and combine all the products. Iskra keeps the flame just right while Deimos provides the ingredients. "Yeah, just like that! I'll tell you when, then you can use telekenesis to pull the finish out and mold it to form." His gaze doesn't leave the molten shape of what they're making, trusting Deimos to understand cleanly. "There's a stone shelf that it'll sit to cool on just there." Iskra tilts his head towards the direction, continuing to watch, calling for more cobalt or more manganese as needed. Then, as flame merges the three components together and gives enough time and shape to it, the mass of raw blue goldstone is made. "Now!"
I can't see the wood for the trees
