(Planet Tithia, Argo's Private Forge, Amanda's POV)
*Clang*
*Hiss*
*Crackle*
The forge burned hot, flames licking against the small metal device placed within the burner, as Amanda worked on tinkering the burning hot device, while Argo stood like an assistant beside her.
"Easy there lady, if you strike it too hard it will deform and spin under the tongs–"
Argo warned, as he held the device steady over the flames with his experienced hands, even when Amanda struck it with a bit too much power.
"Master Argo, I need to hit it this hard to draw the mana lines inside, can you please hold it a tad bit firmer?" Amanda requested, her voice carrying a note of respect, for though she had been entrusted with this project, she never forgot whose forge she stood in or whose guidance made such progress possible.
