As written by duramon
Soul, soul, what was a soul? How was she supposed to feel a tool? Why would she need to when experience would tell her where to hammer and when? Again she hammered away at the metal, trying to find the sweetspots to shape it into a proper blade. She just wanted to make her weapon perfect, but if she couldn't get such a basic metal correct how would Brightglass handle when she graduated?
Alright, calm down, feeeel the metal. Feeel the...maybe if she named it it'd help. Rika seemed like a good name, Rika Mark I, Rika the Swordthing, Rika the...pointy. She paused for a moment to check on her work, she was....satisfied? I mean, it looked like a blade but it wasn't....perfect. She stared at it for a long while and then sighed looking back at her smithing mentor "I don't know if I'll get this, I know what I want to the exacts, but I can't empathize with a tool. I even tried NAMING it. I mean its not bad, I think, but...until its perfect it's not good enough." She confessed inspecting the weapon "Tinkering is so much easier" She grumbled glancing at her prosthetic arm.
The Proselyte ran her fingers through her hair, fiddling with her bobby pins a bit before settling back down. She awaited Romstone to inspect her work "Again?"