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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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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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