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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"Understandable. Special in a... holy way, or a personal way?" Kang asked, remembering what Castiel had told him about angels.

"It's holy," Cas told him. "It's a very powerful weapon."

Nehaalista looked up from her work and raised her eyebrows. A holy weapon? That seemed rather... lofty, just to throw down like that. Usually, such things were kept by high-ranking people, and Castiel didn't hold himself quite as formally as she was used to seeing. She bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth as she continued to work.

Still, one hand snaked out and typed in its slow, torturous fashion, [There is no ritual involved to care for it?]

Kang frowned slightly, "Your god is a benevolent one, if I remember correctly. Is it... safe for others to touch?" He had good reason to ask such a question.

Cas frowned down at his omnicom as it transmitted Nehaa's question. "No. It doesn't," he said flatly. "It normally wouldn't be ... manifested, most of the time, which is why it didn't need to be sharpened before. Now that it's continually manifested, it is going to need additional care."

He turned to Kang at the draconian's question. "Yes," he said, mouth twisting wryly. "If it wasn't safe for non-angels to touch, I wouldn't be able to touch it myself."

Nehaalista sighed in that oddly neutral way of hers, and went back to work. She fitted a barbel cuff around one of hers, and held it out for inspection. Hm. Too gaudy? Inelegant? This was the part where she wished Akirum would tell her what to do.

She blew her hair out of her face and wrote, [Then, it should be able to be sharpened with little problem, I think.] It didn't matter how special a sword was, if there was no ritual to be done, and it could be safely handled by anyone (though, she supposed a... demon would have issue) , then Nehaalista could not see the problem Castiel was worried about. Indeed, the whole thing seemed very cut and dry.

"It's not the fact that I'm not an angel that makes me cautious, Castiel. Back on my world, if I were to touch a holy artifact from a benevolent god, I was likely to burn my hand, or even be killed," Kang clarified, his good wing rustling slightly. He'd heard plenty about the dragonlances, and knew what happened to any draconian foolish enough to step onto the temple grounds of Paladine or the other gods of the good pantheon before they had left the world.

"Ah," Cas said. "There is no need for you to worry. Angel swords are meant to be used by angels, to kill angels. We- ... angels don't need weapons to kill mortals, or demons."

Because that's just very reassuring.

"...I had to make sure," Kang relaxed, unfazed by Castiel's comment. There were plenty of things that could kill mortals without weapons back on Krynn, and he knew the man was a mere human now.

"Whenever you like, just message me and I'll show you how to take care of it. I have a whetstone in my quarters."

Cas nodded. "I will. .... Thank you."

Nehaalista lifted her head and raised an eyebrow at Castiel's minor slip. We? Well, that made the human-not-human more interesting, didn't it? She slipped off the barbel cuff and cut a minor sliver off to adjust it. Unlike a lot of her people, Nehaalista didn't like squeezing the life out of the sensitive appendages.

Her shoulders shook with silent laughter for a brief second before she shook her head and typed out, [That was wonderfully easy. I'm happy for you.]

Kang smiled, "Not a problem, Castiel. It's good to know how to take care of your own weapons."

He felt the gold chain he always wore around his neck shift, and then it slid down his chest to hit the floor with a soft clink. Quirking an eyebrow ridge, he knelt down to pick it up, noticing that one of the links had been broken, and signs of other damage.

The sound of tinkling chain links perked Nehaalista's ears up and distracted her from the shaping of her cuffs. She peered at Kang, then at the necklace and started gesturing rapidly at Kang. Her expression was one of irritation, as if it had never crossed Nehaalista's mind in her long, long life to let a necklace become broken.

That was probably the artisan in her. She held her hand out for the necklace and gestured again.

Kang shrugged and handed the necklace over to Nehaa, guessing immediately that she probably wanted to fix it. "It must have gotten damaged during that Ohm fight, and I didn't notice."

Nehaalista took the necklace and mouthed something, probably grousing of one kind or another. Since she didn't have gold, she held up a golden barbel cuff - one she'd taken off and polished.

She sighed through her nose and typed, [This may take a day or two - no gold but what is on my barbels.]

"...I don't want you to use your own jewelry to fix mine. It's not that important," Kang ducked his head slightly. "It can wait until there's more gold available."

Nehaalista shot Kang a look that would've rusted steel. She hoped she didn't need to sign what she meant. She dropped her head and concentrated on melting the little cuff of gold.

Never let it be said that Kang didn't know to avoid arguments with females when they had an expression like that on their face. Grinning slightly, his wings rustled, "Well then, thank you, Nehaalista."

She nodded, but didn't lift her head. There was work to be done now.

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