Iskra
this heartwood was cut too damn deep
He knows he certainly doesn't plan to study so hard that he'll have all the elements mastered, though with two modes of destruction at his disposal, he has considered seeing if something like healing might take to his veins, or something that could at least be more versatile in its use, like earth. Maybe he'd discover something meant just for him, not so well known among the populous. All to say, while originally surprised, it certainly makes sense why Deimos doesn't have all the core magics conquered, a thought he wishes he'd had before opening his mouth earlier.
Leaving the shaping work to Deimos after a pause to watch it happen, his flames from the forge extinguished, he nods in appraisal, arms crossed. "Excellent, I think that'll serve the goddess perfectly," he murmurs, features sparkling with the excitement of a job well done and a very pretty craft completed. Turning back to his work station to clean up and put away the remaining components, he lets Deimos finish the shaping and for the blue goldstone to begin cooling.
When he returns, it's with two glasses of iced tea from the lounge area, offering one up to Deimos if he'd like. He falls in at Deimos' side, sipping thoughtfully among the chatter of crafting and creating and finally bids the Warden farewell with the made and cooled blue goldstone in tow. Iskra will resume his work on his little Firecracker.
[FIN]
Leaving the shaping work to Deimos after a pause to watch it happen, his flames from the forge extinguished, he nods in appraisal, arms crossed. "Excellent, I think that'll serve the goddess perfectly," he murmurs, features sparkling with the excitement of a job well done and a very pretty craft completed. Turning back to his work station to clean up and put away the remaining components, he lets Deimos finish the shaping and for the blue goldstone to begin cooling.
When he returns, it's with two glasses of iced tea from the lounge area, offering one up to Deimos if he'd like. He falls in at Deimos' side, sipping thoughtfully among the chatter of crafting and creating and finally bids the Warden farewell with the made and cooled blue goldstone in tow. Iskra will resume his work on his little Firecracker.
[FIN]
I can't see the wood for the trees
