<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sKxadyl.png)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Haysel Skeane (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1895771)<br/><strong>Setting:</strong>Lansite, Planet Cordovia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Western Pump, Wellspring Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amalthea, Curra, Kye, Rosa, Senna, Syndra, Thea<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>STAM:</strong>8/8<strong>RES:</strong>4/4<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>The fiery haired dwarf set her stein of mead and the clockwork feline, that had earned her quite a few compliments from the gnome tinkerers she'd been learning from, atop the table as she settled in for the evening. The copper and tin construct was a simple thing to be sure and it failed more often than it worked, but still they seemed happy to see one born of the stone like she continuing to work at such an ill suited endeavor when it offered her nothing but their smiles.<br/><br/>Her calloused fingers ran along its polished surface, the smith biting her lower lip to think of the many hours of delicate work its creation had consumed and how many times she'd found herself starting over. Picking it up to wind the key, Haysel sat the toy back on the well worn table and smiled as its legs jittered back and forth, slowly propelling it forward in an ever changing direction due to its imperfect locomotion, its internal components reminding her of the noises some insects made.