The heat of her forge drove her from her home during the middle part of the day, the heat far too much for her to bear, far too hot for a dwarf life her even. Inside her home, the temperatures had reached a sweltering critical mass, that even all the windows open and fan running couldn't clear out fast enough. And she was sticky with sweat and grime from spending the past two days refining her metals down to as pure as she could get them, the slag floated and skimmed off.
She felt dehydrated and moody, but she was happy. The metal would be good for the next part of making replacement parts for Nairn. Instead of waiting for something to break, or reach a critical failure, she was spending time forging out new parts to have on hand, of the parts she was estimating to be the ones that would break next. If she could get ahead of then, to use some of the skills her parents had taught her, well, it would bode well for long life and prosperity for her. Propping open her front door, she tossed herself into the hammock on her porch, letting the spring breeze cool her down.
She'd work metal into shape, with hammer and anvil, after a bit, but first, she raised a jug of cool water to her lips and drank deeply, nearly choking on the fluid as it wet her long dry throat -- an old trick of a little salt and sugar in the jug, had her feeling much better after a few minutes, a bare foot hanging lazily over the edge of her hammock.
She talked to herself as she swung back and forth,
@Ruth Yoesif
She felt dehydrated and moody, but she was happy. The metal would be good for the next part of making replacement parts for Nairn. Instead of waiting for something to break, or reach a critical failure, she was spending time forging out new parts to have on hand, of the parts she was estimating to be the ones that would break next. If she could get ahead of then, to use some of the skills her parents had taught her, well, it would bode well for long life and prosperity for her. Propping open her front door, she tossed herself into the hammock on her porch, letting the spring breeze cool her down.
She'd work metal into shape, with hammer and anvil, after a bit, but first, she raised a jug of cool water to her lips and drank deeply, nearly choking on the fluid as it wet her long dry throat -- an old trick of a little salt and sugar in the jug, had her feeling much better after a few minutes, a bare foot hanging lazily over the edge of her hammock.
Two more gears, and a new gear stem for the secondary housing, and then another new blade for my handbow, that will probably account for every bit of that billet.
She talked to herself as she swung back and forth,
Maybe a chain drive instead of the current belt.. could go hydraulics, that'd pump more like a real heart than the blasted clock work type nonsense.She pulled a chewy candy from her skirt pocket, happy to see it wasn't melted as she started to gnaw on one end. Oblivious that anyone would be coming to visit her. No one ever came to visit her, really. Nairn to escape, Ruth never came of his own accords, always for something other than just a visit. And well, she didn't really have anyone else besides Garryn, and she doubt the younger dwarf would just "stop by".
Hydraulic would mean a smaller housing and quieter operation... and its not like Nairn can't afford you..
@Ruth Yoesif
05-30-2024, 10:01 PM
