"A-ah, well... it miiiiiiiight be?" Chachan admitted sheepishly, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "I-I mean, I dun work wit lotsa bone - much less Spoken bones. But it kinda looks like somethin' I saw cycles ago made by Papa. Err, by request, by a Xaela who got his horn broke off. I can't be certain, though... s-so I wouldn't jump ta conclusions 'til ya check wit someone... er... more famil'ar wit this sorta thin'."
He paused for a beat.
"I, uh... ain't sure who tha'd be, though. Dun really know many folks who deal in makin' stuff outta Spoken parts. ... Anyone, really, save tha' one special request ta me Papa I mentioned."
He rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck. While he wanted to assume that this wand could maybe have been crafted in a similar circumstance, he couldn't know for sure. Perhaps the infectious nature of John's worrying and concern had steeped a bit in the Lalafell's own worrywart personality. Whatever the reason, Chachanji was more than happy to change subjects when Zhara provided him with one.
"A-ah, yeah, tha's th' lady from th' petsah place, right? Glad ya could make it," he piped up immediately, all but snatching the design documents from her in an attempt to get the topic of Spoken-part weapons out of his mind. "Lemme see 'ere."
Another pause as he looked it all over and the information sunk into his floof-covered mind.
"O-oh, um... y-yeah," he finally chirped, his pacifism rearing its head again. "I... uh... 'spose I could make this. 's jus', err, like Zhara said - I kinda... don't really like makin' weapons. Ev'n kitchen knives end up kinda..."
He tapered off as padded over to one of his various chests. Popping it open, the Lalafell rummaged about before producing what looked very much like your standard kitchen knife - ready to chop up various vegetables and other foodstuffs. With it, he grabbed an iron ingot and set them both atop his anvil.
He motioned for Yheli to look, since he felt this would emphasize his point. Once he had her attention, he slid the kitchen knife from its sheath and proceeded to... well... chop up the iron ingot like it was a piece of celery. He gave an embarassed little smile to the Miqo'te before continuing his explanation.
"Like tha'. That or they end up too dull fer anyone ta use..." he admitted awkwardly as he returned the knife to its sheath and swept the iron ingot slices into the slag pile for later re-purposing. "I'm... kinda still workin' on gettin' th' happier medium? But till I, y'know, figger it out... I dun wanna make somethin' ya might hurt yerself on in th' kitchen."
"'n tha's fer somethin' that ain't designed fer hurtin' folks," he added as he turned back to her. "So, um... I figger it jus' easier ta... y'know... not really make weapons 'less I know 'n trust th' person 'm makin' 'em for. I can provide some translatin' notes on th' diagrams 'n point ya ta someone else who might be able ta make it fer ya, though..."
A third pause.
"Y-y'know, if'n tha's akay."
He paused for a beat.
"I, uh... ain't sure who tha'd be, though. Dun really know many folks who deal in makin' stuff outta Spoken parts. ... Anyone, really, save tha' one special request ta me Papa I mentioned."
He rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck. While he wanted to assume that this wand could maybe have been crafted in a similar circumstance, he couldn't know for sure. Perhaps the infectious nature of John's worrying and concern had steeped a bit in the Lalafell's own worrywart personality. Whatever the reason, Chachanji was more than happy to change subjects when Zhara provided him with one.
"A-ah, yeah, tha's th' lady from th' petsah place, right? Glad ya could make it," he piped up immediately, all but snatching the design documents from her in an attempt to get the topic of Spoken-part weapons out of his mind. "Lemme see 'ere."
Another pause as he looked it all over and the information sunk into his floof-covered mind.
"O-oh, um... y-yeah," he finally chirped, his pacifism rearing its head again. "I... uh... 'spose I could make this. 's jus', err, like Zhara said - I kinda... don't really like makin' weapons. Ev'n kitchen knives end up kinda..."
He tapered off as padded over to one of his various chests. Popping it open, the Lalafell rummaged about before producing what looked very much like your standard kitchen knife - ready to chop up various vegetables and other foodstuffs. With it, he grabbed an iron ingot and set them both atop his anvil.
He motioned for Yheli to look, since he felt this would emphasize his point. Once he had her attention, he slid the kitchen knife from its sheath and proceeded to... well... chop up the iron ingot like it was a piece of celery. He gave an embarassed little smile to the Miqo'te before continuing his explanation.
"Like tha'. That or they end up too dull fer anyone ta use..." he admitted awkwardly as he returned the knife to its sheath and swept the iron ingot slices into the slag pile for later re-purposing. "I'm... kinda still workin' on gettin' th' happier medium? But till I, y'know, figger it out... I dun wanna make somethin' ya might hurt yerself on in th' kitchen."
"'n tha's fer somethin' that ain't designed fer hurtin' folks," he added as he turned back to her. "So, um... I figger it jus' easier ta... y'know... not really make weapons 'less I know 'n trust th' person 'm makin' 'em for. I can provide some translatin' notes on th' diagrams 'n point ya ta someone else who might be able ta make it fer ya, though..."
A third pause.
"Y-y'know, if'n tha's akay."
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