Serendipity spent a moment waggling her fingers, blinking at them. Fire spells only hurt a little bit and only if she kept channelling them for too long. Was it because she'd only hatched a few sleeps prior, and only knew that spell? She shifted, looking up again.
She listened to Glory in silence, but with the furrowed brow and crinkled frown of a child that didn't entirely understand what he was saying. She didn't know what an ore was-- except that there was metal in it, but useless --and he didn't really explain where the S in Smelting came from, but she quickly assumed she'd have to bite the cold bullet of reality and understand that not everyone had answers.
She followed the eagle to the forge, looking it over. For a moment-- and no, she could not tell you why --she remembered Laurel, and now she sniffed new things when presented to her. Curiously, Siren leaned in to sniff the obsidian forge. It smelled like fire. No, Siren did not know what else she was expecting.
"What about this?" She asked, turning a dimly-lit gaze towards the anvil. "What's this used for?"
She watched Glory explain lava with a wrinkle still between her pink brows-- though the sound of fire gurgling up the eagle's throat was familiar to her. Dread had done it when she met him-- it was a spell, apparently, used in creating dyes. "Oh!" The child squawked, pulling a tiny orange gemstone out of her tunic and extending it out. "Dread said you could make dyes, too, but that I'd need a yellow."
No, Siren did not know what A Yellow was, except for that it could be feathers.
@Glory
Much like most children, Serendipity wasn't without the need to Touch. She was, however, smarter than most children. She wanted to Touch things that were Touchable, and a hammer seemed like just the sort of Touchable that she could appropriately Touch.
As Glory gestured towards them, she went to hold the smallest-- at least, the one that looked like she'd have the least difficulty trying to wield. Even then, it was damn weightier than she expected. She hauled it up with a grunt and set it on the anvil with a muffled clink.
There were a good few seconds of silence, wherein a handful of brain cells worked overtime.
"How do you use them?" She asked eventually, gesturing. "With your feet? Uh-- you don't have hands," This addition was, likely, to explain why she was asking, rather than just pointing it out to be cruel.
She offered a few knowing nods. She knew Dread's markings-- they were the first (or maybe the second thing, if you included his size) thing she noticed about him. "They look like the, uh, lava," she said very proudly, acknowledging the fact that she had been listening.
"I could find one," she went on a little more quietly, having to ruffle her hair to make her head cool down a little. "I, uh, need to find the Thing with Yellow Horns, though. Later."
@Glory
Serendipity was starting to try to struggle to take the hammer back off the anvil again when Glory moved away into his Pile of Refined Garbage. She turned, staring curiously after him. She didn't ask-- or speak at all --but merely waited for the eagle to return. Which, he did.
She blinked, letting go of the heavier hammer in favour of the lighter one. It was a little heavier than her knife, but certainly far easier to wield. "Thank you!" She said, cheerfully.
For a moment the little one looked down at her own feet, dusty and already calloused from walking the cave floors barefoot. She lifted one, tried to move her toes like Glory moved his-- with little success --but was quickly distracted by the sharp clang of metal on metal. She paused, lifted the hammer, and struck the anvil as well.
"Well, yeah," she said. "I wanna, uh, pursue it. I wouldn't have paid Dread shinies and I wouldn't still be here if I didn't want to." She was vaguely confused-- if for a moment --how this much wasn't entirely clear to the eagle. It was vaguely unpleasant to be standing here in clothes and poofy hair, too.
She lifted her gaze to the cave ceiling for a moment. "Dread said that there's a Thing with Yellow Horns that can put dyes onto people's skin," she said. "I wanna have cool markings like Dread does, but I gotta find some dyes and the Thing with Yellow Horns, first. But I dunno where they are, or who they are."
@Glory
Serendipity definitely had to sleep more; but she was fairly excited. She spun the light hammer in her hand, tail flicking back and forth contentedly. "I wanna learn, and make stuff," she said, fairly determinedly. She had an absolute drive to figure out how to repair the things in tunnel J, or how to make new things.
"Oh," she said, a little more disappointedly. Dread looked great with his markings, and although Siren was quite fond of the golden flecks covering her mauve skin, she wanted markings like he had-- that shifted and glimmered like fire. "I can find them later."
There was a few beats of silence, as she thought to herself. "I mean," she began. "I had to pay Dread a shiny to get him to tell me where you were, and I don't have a lot of shinies, so I'd probably have to pay the Thing with Yellow Horns a shiny as well, to get some markings. And I don't have a lot of shinies." Repeating, for good measure, of course. "But if I can make shinies then I don't have to worry about it."
She looked down at the carving knife on her belt for a moment. "I wanna learn how to fix stuff, first," she said. "It's important."
@Glory
Serendipity blinked a few times-- her mind was too young to make this conclusion now, but getting Dread to do anything for the small price of 'something shiny' would likely be a great asset sometime down the line, if she needed it. For now, however, she just found this particular piece of information odd, and likely untrue.
It probably didn't hurt to give someone a gift if you needed something off them, after all.
The child turned to follow Glory to the pile of cleaved rocks, inspecting them. "How do you tell if something is a grindstone?" She asked. "Do they all look like they've been halved?" She did, however, listen-- and she drawed her knife, taking a medium-sized whetstone. She looked between the blade and the stone, and then to Glory.
Her ears were likely fine-- Dread had been bellowing into them some hours ago and she was still trying to recover from the ordeal. Not that the screeching the noises the blade and Glory's whetstone made were great, but she could at least bear it.
Serendipity sat herself down, legs folded over. She balanced the blade half-on her knee and half against the cave floor as she began sweeping the textured stone against the crusted, rusty metal, sticking her tongue out and furrowing her brows in concentration as she started rubbing the poop-coloured rust off it.
@Glory