The Crow HasTurned
“Faith!” The cry suddenly shrieked, casting itself about the confines of the adobe hut. There was a certain urgency to the rallying call of the hybrid, and for excellent reason. There was, after all, an emergency that needed to be handled, and without the assistance of his comrade, he sincerely doubted he would be entirely able to finish everything that needed to be done in the time allotted. Nevertheless, he set to work, attempting to assist the overall project by performing the work that he was good at. The Avriel took hold of his adamantite mace, a tool and an instrument of creation, and promptly laid it beside the anvil.
He couldn’t imagine for a few moments how he was intended to retrieve the copper ore currently smoldering under the heat of the smelter onto said anvil, but after several moments of consideration, the answer finally occurred to him. He promptly scooped the entirety of the molten copper into a tin cup, and began to pour it wholeheartedly upon the anvil. Of course, it was an almost entirely formless non-neutonium solid, at this point, but that was merely a transitory point of the entire process. As it began to cool in contact with the air, he struck at it with his adamantite mace. Adamantite was blue, and so it had the natural quality of cooling everything that it struck making it a prime instrument of smith-work, regardless of what others said.
It took him only a short while to begin to curl what was once a molten fluid into a more accurate depiction of its end-goal, and he promptly heaved the anvil, dumping it into the nearby bucket of water to ensure that the metal had cooled appropriately. Of course, he was nowhere near having completed that layer, but it would need a few moments before he could thrust it back into the fire and re-heat it so that he could work on it again. It was a difficult and tiresome task, but his life was filled with such things, and he didn’t doubt that he would be able to accomplish it so long as he put his mind and willpower to it.
“Faith! Get down here and stop playing with that ridiculous rabbit!” The hybrid called again, thrusting his hand against the ceiling with a harsh bang. He swore, the more she hung around with that wretched creature, the slower she was coming to realizing the important tasks at hand. It was almost as if though it was absorbing all of her work ethic, and replacing it with what could only be described as lethargy. He sighed dejectedly at the absolute absence of sound indicating that no one was on their way quite yet, and instead directed his attention towards the far cupboards of the room.
He began to remove several of the implements and decorations they’d need for the process and laid them out on the nearby table. Of course, he was absolutely dreadful at decorating things and making them look pretty. Everything he made was absolutely functional, without any of the negativity that could creep in from over-opportunistic art choices. Nevertheless, if they were going to be the best in the business, they would need to woo and impress those judges who were going to be watching over them. A shudder of anticipation and excitement flickered up his spine as he finished in his organizing duties, and returned to his metalwork.
They were going to bake the best cake in the show, he just knew it!
Into ALiar