Bleeding Me

[Lief]

Midvinter​

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For months now she had been working on a ground forge, set into the mountains which shadowed Thainbroek... A space for the Queen of Midvinter to work undisturbed, without having to haul materials through the streets of the Great City. A hangar, hidden from view to allow for a seamless mountainous view, allowed swift access for both Kära and any imports she sent for, and it was toward her newly completed structure that she now ventured.

Baby Thrand was enjoying some much needed alone time with his Papa. Kära barely let the boy out of her sight, she longed to spend every waking moment with him, but she knew that his Father's influence was just as much a necessity. Time in the Forge meant time for the pair to lovingly bond. And it also meant she didn't have to feel bad for disappearing for a few hours.

Who knew how long this project would take.

But it was very much a necessity. Her Forge would be christened by the construction of a small pendant, Frir in design, for her eldest child. Mysa had vanished without a trace several months back, and a few days ago [member='Thurion Heavenshield'] had found her in a Temple just outside of Sanctum space in a very dire state.

It seemed as though she had been sending out a distress call for hours. That simply would not do. Not for her daughter, not for the Princess of Midvinter. She would not allow such to happen again.

Mysa was safe now, though she had refused to come back to Midvinter for the time being. The knowledge of such broke the Umbaran's heart, but perhaps it was for the best. Midvinter was where she had been taken from, after all.

She had managed to send for a vial of her child's blood, however. A much needed ingredient for what was about to be created. She had sent a warning along with the request, that Mysa may for but a moment feel pain unlike any other. It was a small price to pay.

As she entered the darkened halls, as the lights finally kicked in and the forge came to light, Kära smiled a grim yet content smile. It was good to be home, the Forge was her calling after all... But the circumstances could have been better. No worries, in time she would be here for pleasure only.

Pulling out two vials, one with Mysa's blood, the other Thyrian's, she set them to one side and ran her hands over the surfaces. The Forge itself already glowered, and it did not take her too long to get the bellows pumping and the fires ferocious.

It was time to get to work.

Being that she hadn't had much time to prepare, aside from acquiring the blood, the first step was to work on the mold for the cast. She had already had a design in mind, and had requested one of the whittlers from the City to aid her in this department. They had come through in no time at all, and now she had a small frir head to work with. But wood did not a necklace make, at least not this time.

She mixed a substance which would set hard, and placed the wooden variant inside. It would not take long to harden, so in the meantime she got to work heating the metal. This time she had opted for something beautiful, elegant, befitting of her Princess. It needed to look inconspicuous after all, as though it was merely decor and nothing more. As such, she had poured a healthy sum of money into acquiring some silver.

When the cast was ready, and the wooden frir head removed, she added in Mysa's vial of blood and focused through the Force, entwining it with the liquid silver. Solidifying its connection with the girl who was worlds away. No doubt she would find cause to scream out where she lay, but the staff who tended to her had been prewarned of such. In a moment it would be over.

Next came Thyrian's. It melded with the concoction, though her intent through the Force was less strong than it had been previously... This was not for Thyrian, after all. He would feel the pain regardless, of course. Finally Kära pricked her own finger, and allowed several drops to join the others. She grit her teeth, used to the feeling by this point, and shuddered as the sensation overwhelmed her. It was taxing on her especially, more so than it would be even on poor Mysa.

While there had been no hammering involved, and the forge had not needed to reach blazing temperatures, the woman was sweating regardless. Her eyes were downcast from the flames, sensitive as ever, and she sucked in air as though it was a limited commodity. Already she was feeling tired, it had been a long time once again since she had last stood within a Forge... She needed to make it a more common occurrence.

Pouring the finalized substance into the cast, not once stopping her focus through the Force, Kära watched for any imperfections in its surface and tapped the mold once on the table. There were a lot of intricacies in the design, she would've hated to miss any of them.

Finally the woman found a seat. How long the process had taken was hard to tell. She had no time teller inside the Forge, no windows to the world outside. Just the lulling of the fire and a heat which sunk into her very core. Umbarans were never meant for such abhorrent temperatures... She could not help but recall her first few times in the Forge, it almost had her laughing these days. She had gulped down so much water, practically fainted the first time Daxton showed her the process.

She had come far since those days, a child amidst the heat.

When finally the piece had set, she carefully took it out and tested the edges with her fingertip. None were sharp, as was intended, though she gently sanded the rougher edges all the same. Soon the pendant was glistening, and under her astute touch she could feel it humming with life. Unnoticeable save to the most trained of eyes.

The chain was not something she herself constructed. It was made from the same silver, however, and was sturdy. Not as strong as the pendant of course, being that it had been alchemized, but more than appropriate.

Now the only thing was to get it to Mysa, and have the child test it. They would not know if it worked until that point, but she felt certain it had... After all, this was not her first attempt at such.