Dora sat at her workbench, her magnifying glasses on as she worked the file over the innermost corner of the gear she had cast, only a few hours ago. Nairn hadn't been back right away, and neither had Ruth so she had taken time to eat a meal and get a few hours sleep so that she was working fresh. No sense in doing a job if you weren't doing your best at it. And from the conversation the two men hadn't been having about Nairn's woman, it had sounded like it might be a while.
And she was fine with that.
She blew away tiny metal fragments from the gear, checking the for against the hollow gram being projected by the ring there on her work bench. Fit there, just fine. So she fit it against the mock gear coupling she had built and checked it's motion. On the third tine, it pulled long, which meant that she was still off a fraction of a millimeter. Fitting the gear back into her work stand, she got her file back out, and took three more grinds. Before trying it again. This time the gear turned perfectly. Satisfied, she dropped it in acid to clean up any sharp edges, and then dropped it into a neutralizer to stop any more corrosion to the metal.
She had chosen a normally non-reactive metal, so that it wouldn't cause Nairn any pain, nor his body try and dump it sometime down the line as an invader. The main case one day would need to be remade as well, and that meant gold, as pure as she could find, or the titanium she had used to recast the gear. She was just finishing up, her glasses finding their way to the table top, and her neck popped, back cracking as she slid to the floor from her chair. Now, she just had to wait for the men to find their way back.
@Nairn
And she was fine with that.
She blew away tiny metal fragments from the gear, checking the for against the hollow gram being projected by the ring there on her work bench. Fit there, just fine. So she fit it against the mock gear coupling she had built and checked it's motion. On the third tine, it pulled long, which meant that she was still off a fraction of a millimeter. Fitting the gear back into her work stand, she got her file back out, and took three more grinds. Before trying it again. This time the gear turned perfectly. Satisfied, she dropped it in acid to clean up any sharp edges, and then dropped it into a neutralizer to stop any more corrosion to the metal.
She had chosen a normally non-reactive metal, so that it wouldn't cause Nairn any pain, nor his body try and dump it sometime down the line as an invader. The main case one day would need to be remade as well, and that meant gold, as pure as she could find, or the titanium she had used to recast the gear. She was just finishing up, her glasses finding their way to the table top, and her neck popped, back cracking as she slid to the floor from her chair. Now, she just had to wait for the men to find their way back.
@Nairn
05-27-2024, 07:21 PM
