BLOODSUCKER ☆ first blacksmithing attempt

[LUMIA CIPHER.]

Smithing. It was an interest that Lumia had picked up only very recently, and yet she found herself absolutely fascinated by it. Every piece of her free time was taken up by it, smithing books quickly beginning to pile up within her room on the Anchored Tempest. In fact, it had gotten to the point that she had others glancing at her with faint worry when she brought any more back. She just couldn't help it, though. She had finally found something that interested her. Something that gave her a sense of purpose and identity, in a way. She had no intention of basing her entire life around smithing, obviously, but she was finally invested in something that would allow her to help others. Something that Caesar had never bothered to teach her about. Making weapons, forging armor... harnessing and refining her skills would allow her to help others out. To keep them safe. Hell, she would've loved to make some armor for Vayne, just to make sure her niece would always be protected if she ever went into battle. Or even if she didn't, considering how determined Aphra seemed to be about essentially kidnapping her.

For a first attempt, though? She didn't think it was such a good idea to start with something as complex as a weapon, or a piece of armor. So instead, she decided on something simple – a pot. Plenty of pots were made out of metal, and if she was able to forge it successfully, then she could even use it for cooking! Or... give it to someone better at cooking than she was, anyways. So, with what she wanted to make in mind, she we t to go get some supplies. Thankfully, the fact that The Typhoon had forges built into the territory was pretty useful for her purposes. Going to the other blacksmiths allowed her to get some metal and a hammer fairly easily, and she then headed off to the forge, her body vibrating with frantic and excited energy. She came off like a kid in a candy store, green gaze seeming to glow as the forge roared to life with a little bit of help from an NPC. What came afterwards was a great deal of melting, shaping, and hammering. In fact, Mia's efforts would probably be easy to hear from fairly far away.

When she was done... well, she had certainly made something. It did look vaguely like a pot, but it was pretty far from perfect. One side of it was slightly warped and stretched out, making it a great deal more lopsided than it was meant to be. Not only that, but the handle she had managed to create from another bit of metal was slightly twisted and messily shoved onto the side of it. It was hardly a pretty sight, but one could probably cook with it. It would just take a bit more effort. Despite this, Lumia had a disappointed frown on her face as she looked down at her cooled creation, a heavy sigh leaving her. She muttered to herself, shaking her head from side to side, "I knew I wouldn't be perfect at it immediately, but... this? Really?" She almost didn't want to leave the forge room, not sure if she wanted anybody else to see the rather malformed pot she had created.

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