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The process of making a grindstone sounded fairly complicated. Surely there would be a better way to stick small rocks onto one big one? Serendipity glanced at Glory somewhat sceptically, but said nothing as she swept the stone back and forth against the blade. It took a while, but sloughs of rust began to come off.

She'd expected it to be shiny and bright, mirror-like, like the other restored weapons in the cave had been. Although the rust was chippy away bit by bit, revealing something underneath considerably more close to silver, it still looked dull and dirty.

Patience, Glory had said-- and he didn't think she'd have to spend too long on the knife. Not as long as she might have to spend on one of the swords down in tunnel J, at least. Still, even if it were going to be a long process, just the sensation of her arms wearing away, burning with the effort of grinding away at the rust, felt good. Right. Like this was what she was meant to do.

For a moment she sat in relative silence, aside for the screeching of rock against metal, of red-brown flakes peeling gradually off the blade. "Why not use water?" She eventually asked. "It doesn't look very clean and water might help to get all the rust off."

She lifted the knife, turning it in her hand, gesturing. "It, uh-- it's a layer, right? Of kinda dirt-like stuff? Water gets dirt off your skin and stuff," it was half a suggestion, but soon Serendipity was setting the knife back down and returning to methodically cleaning.

@Glory

Glory shook his head at the request. "Rust is not dirt. Dirt sticks to surfaces, but runs off easy. Rust is attached to the metal and doesn't come off when you dip it in water. You must grind it off." He continued grinding, until, at last, the rust had all been removed from the sword. There were still patches of brown and red, but the sword had been returned to relative smoothness. He set down his stone and his sword and reached for a small stone jar and a strip of leather that was sitting on the edge of the pile. He pushed it towards Siren, taking off the lid to reveal a shallow bowl of a yellowish oil. "I found this among trees and I've found it works wonder when getting off the last of the rust."

He demonstrated how to apply it, folding the leather and dipping it in, rubbing just a little bit of oil on both sides of the sword. He handed the leather over to her before he continued grinding with a much finer stone. The sound was muted this time and, after a few minutes, the rest of the rust had been cleaned off and the blade of the sword was back to normal.

@Siren

Not if it's dried dirt, Siren wanted to say. She wanted to point out how, when you bathe, you don't dip yourself in water either-- you soak. It would be an experiment just for herself another day, however-- she was here to learn, not to try to correct.

She listened and she watched as she continued to slowly saw bits of rust off the blade, ears flicking-- "How does it do that?" She asked in response to the leather-soaked oil, blinking. She could understand how the stone would get things off, but not how something smooth would.

Was it like the hot water theory?

... why not soak it in the oil to begin with?

More experiments for later, she decided, as she set the stone down and picked up the soaked scrap of leather, striking it over the blade. She liked this a lot better-- it was quieter, and smoother, and it didn't feel as hard on her arms. But she'd probably get used to that part. A moment or two later, she picked up a smaller, finger whetstone and continued to grind the rust away.

@Glory

Glory was grateful to have such a curious student, but finally there was a question he couldn't really answer. Most of the time, unless it was directly related to the forging of something, he did not ask questions like "why" or "how". If it worked, it worked and that was all he needed to know. "I...am unsure. But I know that it is better for polishing then getting the biggest of the rust off. It helps makes the blade look better and have a smoother, sharper surface."

He held up the sword, letting Siren look at the parts of it that were finished - gleaming and smooth, with no traces of rust still left on the surface. "When you're done, though, you must be sure to wash the oil off. It is touches fire, it will burn. I learned that the hard way." He chuckled to himself before sitting down to continue polishing his blade, keeping one of his eyes on Siren's work.

@Siren

Shinier. Got it. She nodded gently to herself, eyes half-shut, as she continued to grind the knife down and down and down until the rust had gone, leaving a smooth, shining surface. She could almost see her face in it now, a face mauve shape speckled gold.

She looked between her knife, then Glory's sword, and nodded.

Though, at the mention of oil and fire, she had an idea. She jittered on the spot for a moment, tail lashing excitedly, as she brought herself up to her feet. "I gotta show Dread!" She announced very urgently, wide-eyed.

He seemed to like fire. It either got him very excited or very angry and she couldn't tell which, but she was sure as hell about to find out. "I, uh-- will be back later! Thank you for teaching me how to fix it!"

And then-- quickly, but unless stopped --she skittered out of the cave and down the narrow path.

@Glory
[potential exit unless stopped]

Glory was a little surprised when Siren suddenly stood. He wasn't really sure why, exactly, she needed to show Dread the little knife - after all, he'd been giving him much more special things for many cycles. He was a little put off that she was abandoning the lesson so soon, but he shook it off. She was a child. It was fine. "Okay, I will see you later, then."

He stood as she bolted out of the cave, throwing the sword back into the junk pile and packing up his things - returning the lid to the oil jar and stashing the stones back where he'd found them. Once the small open area was cleaned up, he stepped back to his nest and settled down, pushing his claws forward and leaning down his beak to continue the stitching he had been doing before Siren had appeared.

*exit

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