"Mm, thank you," she murmured and then let out a pffft and snatched his waggling finger without a thought.
"Now, now," Merlan grumbled. "Test at least a few times to make sure things work or don't otherwise you'll never know what does exactly what."
She made a face at him, released his finger, and stretched, rolling her shoulders to limber up. Her eyebrows arched and she realised she was bouncing a little on the balls of her feet just a little with impatience. They had things to be making and hard work ahead of them. Merlan would work until they were done properly, that old fascination and need to plow into a project was in full swing, now.
She stood there for a while, all study and concentration, mapping out each dimension of each tool, letting the images and then handling each with her eyes closed to get the heft into her mind and the feel of them into her arm. Too, there was something of the maker in them that made her smile and the let out a satisfied sigh as Merlan turned back to Merlin.
"Tools first, then anvil, and after that, we'll see what I can and cannot lift." She wasn't precisely in a hurry but she wanted dearly to find her stride in it, so in her eagerness, she reached out to gently bump up against his mind. The contact was very brief and certainly not enough to do anything but establish that she was ready and, well, chomping at the bit. A corner of her mind said she should have done something with her horse but it was fleeting and she was solidly focused on their project.
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"Now, now," Merlan grumbled. "Test at least a few times to make sure things work or don't otherwise you'll never know what does exactly what."
She made a face at him, released his finger, and stretched, rolling her shoulders to limber up. Her eyebrows arched and she realised she was bouncing a little on the balls of her feet just a little with impatience. They had things to be making and hard work ahead of them. Merlan would work until they were done properly, that old fascination and need to plow into a project was in full swing, now.
She stood there for a while, all study and concentration, mapping out each dimension of each tool, letting the images and then handling each with her eyes closed to get the heft into her mind and the feel of them into her arm. Too, there was something of the maker in them that made her smile and the let out a satisfied sigh as Merlan turned back to Merlin.
"Tools first, then anvil, and after that, we'll see what I can and cannot lift." She wasn't precisely in a hurry but she wanted dearly to find her stride in it, so in her eagerness, she reached out to gently bump up against his mind. The contact was very brief and certainly not enough to do anything but establish that she was ready and, well, chomping at the bit. A corner of her mind said she should have done something with her horse but it was fleeting and she was solidly focused on their project.