trans_9 | An Unnatural Love of Shiny

Now that Nehaalista could work a little bit more naturally (her leg still ached, but at least it wasn't hard to walk on), she'd set out to find a forge. And found one she did, recently used, if the embers in the forge were any indication. With a little, strange sort of almost-grunt, she dropped her box of ore on the ground beside and relit the flame, stoking it until heat boiled from the red mouth of the forge.

While on shore leave, Nehaalista had been able to purchase some ore. To not do anything with her hands while stuck aboard Stacy would have driven her crazy, and Nehaalista wasn't about to let that happen to her sanity. After all, what would happen if she did go crazy? Start gyrating wildly while standing on a mailbox?

She wasn't a night elf, for Light's sake. ~~Sorry, Choline.~~

Nehaalista prospected half the box, pulling away a few dozen uncut gems and setting them aside. They were strange, and Nehaalista couldn't think of names, but had arranged them by color. The rest of the ore was melted down into bars, one of which Nehaalista hefted in one hand.

Now, what to make? She pushed away a limp, sweaty curl and swished her tail against the chair, thoughtfully.

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Nehaalista waved a dismissive hand and pulled her finger out of her mouth to sign, [It wasn't very deep, don't worry about it.] She eyed the cart curiously, and tilted her head. [That looks quite a bit more than a couple of things, Stephen.] She grinned toothily.

[I'm more of a recycler than someone who builds things from scratch. Well, unless I need to, I suppose. I figure you'd get more use from this than I would.] It was true, all of it!

[Besides, I figure you'd give me a hand if I ever needed your expertise. You know a lot more about crystal properties, I would think, than I do. I might need a lens of some sort for a weapon, if I decide to build one.] Stephen shrugged.

She grinned again, [I'd be happy to help you, thank you very kindly for the... gifts.] After all, the quickest way to get to Nehaa's heart was through the heavy application of ores!

She held up the barbel cuff she'd been working on, [What do you think?]

[It looks good so far,] he said. He didn't have barbels, but he certainly could mime to where they were. [Sort of facial jewelry?]

He didn't think it was odd. Then again, he sported a couple tattoos under his plantsuit--to each their own, and all.

[I'm not even sure what all of these are, really. I just hoped you could find a use for them.] Stephen being Stephen, though, he did make sure that none of them were radioactive, just in case.

Nehaalista slipped the cuff over one of her barbels, [It is only facial jewelry for the men, for the women, something like an extended earring.] She slipped her fingers under the two thick stalks behind her left ear and wiggled them back and forth to illustrate her point. [Thank you, again. I'm sure I'll find a lot of uses for them.] And if there were some nice stones in all of that, well, all the better. Perhaps she could hammer out a new headband.

She rubbed the sigil on her forehead with a finger and yawned. The heat was making her sleepy.

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