SHOOTER -- open, weekly task

So, her weekly task was to create weapons for gift baskets? No problem. She could do that.

The avian creature could be seen running about, carrying metal bars and plates, tools, and even rolling a huge slab of stone. Eventually, she had to try and fly it near the huge fireplace in the castle, and almost flew into the flames - that would have been very bad. Dropping it with a resounding thud, the creature wiggling her claws in anticipation. The first thing that she did was take one metal rod and stick in into the fire, using her elemental abilities to exhale more flames into the niche, heating it up faster. She extended the tongs into the fire and brought out, after a time, the rod which glowed cherry-red with heat. She took her hammer, got her grip and started to pound the metal out, balancing on her back talons as she swung it onto the metal over and over again. Every few swings she would breathe another tongue of flame onto the metal, and renew the process. She threw more coal into the fireplace, and pitched in a few sheafs of paper just to watch them crumble.

Noelani inspected the glowing, red-hot beginnings of a blade with a crooked grin, taking the tongs and using it to plunge the glowing metal into a bucket of water. Steam whooshed up with a hiss, engulfing the creature in the vapor for a few moments, the fire glowing eerily. As she warmed up the blade and began to hammer again, she started to hum despite the deafening sound of metal on metal, undeterred by the sparks that flew upward.

Again, she created another cloud of steam as she cooled off the blade, only touching it with her bare talons when she knew that it was safe. It was still warm, the edge as sharp as a razor, the metal glowing silvery in the odd light reflected on the blade. Just above where the hilt would go, the creature signed a swooping cursive "N" with a needle-thin length of metal, the end glowing red hot. Still humming, she took a premade hilt and clicked it into place, breathing more fire to meld it together swiftly. Once she put the pommel on, too, she cooled it off one last time, the air dancing with heat, smoke, and cloudy vapor. The silhouette of the avian was seen whistling as she wrapped the grip of the one-sided blade with a length of worn leather, putting it to the side as she prepared another to be made.

Noelani took out yet another glowing stretch of metal from the heart of the fire, readying her mallet to strike above her head. She brought it down with a deafening clang, the sound resounding throughout the room. A few sparks flew from the friction, and she eyed them as they lazily fell to the floor, drawing her gaze to the figure that was passing by.

The avian had dimly noted the repeated presence of Grey, and she didn't mind a whit. It was nice to see someone take interest in what she did, but not many were aware of the benefits of smithing. She put the hammer down and put the glowing metal into the water again, watching the vapor cloud up, up, and out through a shaft that let in fresh air. Turning to Grey she would wave cheerily. "Hello, Grey!" She called, grinning.

Noelani turned from where she had faced Grey to speak with the newcomer, beaming with her sharp teeth glittering in the light cast from the fire. "Took very long - used to do it simply because of powers; need to release some of it, like bleeding out pressure." She explained, using her claws to motion like usual. Her ways in the somewhat universal language of the clans was limited, and she would rather be able to communicate mentally, but then again, she didn't want anyone rooting around in her mind. At that thought she winced, disguising a brief press to her temples as another attempt to brush away the ash.

The odd, faraway expression as she massaged her temples dissipated as the new leader of the Rift approached, nodding quickly. "Yes! Rift is very good for forging - easy to find metal, good fire. Thank you, Cain." She grinned. "Will have to make gifts for Rift - all very nice to me!" She added cheerily.