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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"...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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