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trans_92009-12-02 08:14 pm
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and now the hands move
It was a small space and the stone surfaces were polished to glittering. A long wormtooth was laid out, cut in thick sections, milk white gleaming as sun dappled the table through the carved skylights that send just enough streaming through at just the right angle to illuminate the table itself. Arha had been frowning at the sections for quite some time, but had finally decided to begin hollowing out a section for her practice lightsaber. She began this process carefully, like any craftsman would a piece of fine art. This was no crysknife, after all. It mattered little what sort of tool she had in her hand to do the actual carving, for she had asked for something that would allow her to carve and etch wormtooth and the Sensorium provided.
Her hand was steady as she used the grinding portion to expose the milky sheen of the mineral, but left darker swirls, leaving it patterned. Her lightsaber would have no switches or buttons for any but a Jed-Eye to flip--this she had determined. If she did not have enough finesse to switch the blade on herself, she would not be worthy of the weapon. She had spent the morning carving away and scowled as she hollowed out the space to the proper depth before working on the finer details.
She had no idea what time it was and had no intention of stopping until she was satisfied.
This was not something she would do quickly. In truth, she had been working on the design since Obi-Wan had mentioned building her own. The carefully detailed drawing she had done shimmered in the air in front of her. The finished product would be slightly curved with a knife curving from the butt of the weapon. It would be elegant, both crysknife and lightsaber in one. It was the knife blade that she turned her attention to, now. The painstaking process of laying a fuller into the blade seemed to take forever, but it came out beautifully, both stiffening the blade and giving it proper support. She tested it out before moving back to work on the blade itself until its point glinted wickedly. Arha came back to the hilt of the lightsaber itself, then. She did not know how long she said there, her fingers cramping as she etched ornately detailed lines to form a gust of wind to wind around the body of the lightsaber.
Time had no meaning and working thusly was her day's meditation.
Her hand was steady as she used the grinding portion to expose the milky sheen of the mineral, but left darker swirls, leaving it patterned. Her lightsaber would have no switches or buttons for any but a Jed-Eye to flip--this she had determined. If she did not have enough finesse to switch the blade on herself, she would not be worthy of the weapon. She had spent the morning carving away and scowled as she hollowed out the space to the proper depth before working on the finer details.
She had no idea what time it was and had no intention of stopping until she was satisfied.
This was not something she would do quickly. In truth, she had been working on the design since Obi-Wan had mentioned building her own. The carefully detailed drawing she had done shimmered in the air in front of her. The finished product would be slightly curved with a knife curving from the butt of the weapon. It would be elegant, both crysknife and lightsaber in one. It was the knife blade that she turned her attention to, now. The painstaking process of laying a fuller into the blade seemed to take forever, but it came out beautifully, both stiffening the blade and giving it proper support. She tested it out before moving back to work on the blade itself until its point glinted wickedly. Arha came back to the hilt of the lightsaber itself, then. She did not know how long she said there, her fingers cramping as she etched ornately detailed lines to form a gust of wind to wind around the body of the lightsaber.
Time had no meaning and working thusly was her day's meditation.
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"Nice." His admiration is clear - for the knife, not necessarily for her. He is keeping his eyes trained on that. Which is no slight on Arha's appearance - he's just sure that if he did give the Bene Gesserit too much attention, his wife would know somehow and he'd be in for a beating one of these podpops.
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"This is wormtooth, from Shai-Hulud. Where I am from, it is the sharpest substance in existence. Do not injure yourself when handling that." If he did cut himself, she would be obliged to heal him and then promptly fall asleep, no doubt. Her eyes ached from the fine detail that she had put into the long, winding wind curves that she had been working on. Arha was not finished as the part that would house the emitter still did not look quite right.
"It shall be a lightsaber when I have the proper components. Those shall be difficult to find, I think."
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Bene Gesserit Jedi. Holy shit. That sounds like a fanfic that had to happen sometime.
"How about that." He admires the carving, the fact that he's holding a sandworm tooth, that it's going to be a lightsaber. "Who-slash-what is Shai-Hulud?"
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Two slices were to be crysknives after she had finished tooling the lightsaber hilt and lie in wait. Her smile flashes out, quick as could be.
"And yes, quite seriously. Obi-Wan Kenobi says I am to build my own. What better thing to do than use the tooth of Shai-Hulud to honor this new path I have taken? The hilt has taken some time to carve. I am...particular, I suppose. Perhaps fussy or possibly just exacting. I wish it to be a thing that is as much of myself and my desert as possible. It would have taken me at least a good six months if it were not for the Sensorium. I should have had to create tools from wormtooth and excise the unwanted parts, sand them down, and continue. This I did for my first blades."
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There's something undeniably technical and spiritual to the construction of tools AND weapons, and were Allen a spiritual person, it would appeal to him - at present, he merely conceives of the attraction to the practice and notes it. A meditation of technology - basic as it is.
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He does, in fact, look a lot like a kid in a candy store, because holy shit is this seriously a lightsaber handle AND a crysknife carved from a sandworm tooth, holy shit. Geek senses, overloading.
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Arha concentrated and the lightsaber hilt rose, hovering in the air, before meandering back into her waiting hand. The soft whir of her etching tool broke the momentary quiet and turned into a whine as she began tracing a groove around the emitter. In the following minutes, it turned into a deep groove, which she then spiraled around to meet the gust of wind design, effectively merging the two.
It was much better, now.
"There," she said, pleased. "That is a good lightsaber handle for one's first."
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"And to think," Obi-Wan sighed, long-sufferingly, and settled down beside her. His message was clear without speaking; it was time to set aside the tools and break for a meal, "I was once worried you might not have the necessary patience for the construction of such a device. How silly of me."
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Her lips pursed and she scooted away from the work table, laying the milk white lightsaber handle down on the polished stone before rolling her shoulders to work the kinks out of them. She let out a half yawn and absently bit down on her forefinger, her brows drawn as she studied the near finished handle. It needed a little more etching around the top perhaps, something to emphasis the part where the emitter went.
She shifted slightly to glance at Obi-Wan.
"Is it so late that I have forgotten a meal?" Her blue-within-blue eyes finally settled on the tray and she looked a touch amused.
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"And...I..." He petered off— what had he meant to say? Something admonitory, no doubt, and it had probably been a little clever, but he couldn't quite remember what. Bother, why did she have to be so intense all the time? Nevermind, he pressed the tray of spice-goo at her. He'd take his meals without, thank you, and she needed it more that Ben, "Eat. It'll do you no good to work until your strength runs out."
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Well, it did not feel like it until she worked a piece of fowl from her tray and took a bite--then she was quite suddenly famished. She ate neatly and quickly, though it was impossible to be perfectly neat about the sauce part. She took great pleasure in slowly and quite happily licking her fingers clean after she was finished. A small earthenware bowl materialized with a bit of water in it. This she used to wash her hands before sitting cross-legged and immediately reached for the tool she had been using to work patterns into the wormtooth.
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He could be intense too, and the Jedi had their own version of the Command Voice, though he wouldn't use it on her without further provocation. But he would, if pressed. Obi-Wan did not know Arha's limits as intimately as she did, and intended to keep it that way.
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"I do not think I know the meaning of the word," she said, but let the tool go. "Will you teach me that, too, mm?"
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Obi-Wan smiled, though, at the clear challenge in her gaze. He loved that in her, that Arha would challenge him in such things, "Come, we'll learn together."
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Her smile was slow as she leaned into him.
"And I do enjoy each and every one of my lessons," Arha said, bright laughter lurking in her words as she brushed her knuckles against his cheek. Such a statement was true as any, which made it all the more amusing.