<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dy2egH8.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Clio Dewalt</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Roaming Faire Child Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Traveling Seeker of Eldest Knowledge Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Metal Weaving Child of the Forge Invoked</strong> [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Professor Durgan's Workshop<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clio<br/><hr/>Clio's head dipped in a nod at the Professor's comments about his students. "All that lasts of beauty is skeletons while even now we still find intact relics from many thousands of years ago. On the other hand Grandfather teases me of my fondness for function over appearance when I practice."<br/><br/>The mention of porcelain limbs has her wincing. "The old saying of knowledge being power? I'm mostly used to metals and wood but I've helped everyone from the leathermaker to the glassblower at times although I don't think that poor ice sculptor will ever let me help him again."<br/><br/>The talk though of when the construct stopped working had a frown curling her lips. "Rejecting it? What fools. Let me guess it was too clunky for the idiots? They'd rather that CGI effect instead of an actual figure?" With a sigh and a shake of her head she slumps for a moment, fingers tracing the gears of the bird. It's as the conversation turns to sacrifices that she stills, eyes not seeing the runes she traces even as she takes in all he says. When the Professor finishes his speech she gives a slow nod before grinning at him. "Crafts made to impress are only done with an audience of paying customers. Flashy forging to loosen billfolds."<br/><br/>Straightening up and looking at the reassembled owl she reaches out and spreads Bubo's wings, a hum drifting from her. "Don't try to outdo. But they say mimicry is the highest form of flattery... And while I've no wish for Bubo himself it would be amazing to see him work once more." She grins as she leans towards the dwarf. "I'm partial to felines and honestly... might try to figure out how that would work. Might be too complex for my skills now but practice practice practice."<br/><br/>Setting the owl to the side of the table she hops up and begins raiding the materials soon coming back with a chunk of wood and several bits of metal. "Blood, sweat, and tears huh?" As she begins working she sticks to the hand tools as she fell into the crafting, the humming and light singing that accompanied her work drifting from pirate chants to Irish drinking songs. The wood took the rough shape of a base and perch before she turned to the metal and keeping it glowing with heat she began beating out and assembling pieces.  Bit by bit a hawk of metal formed, almost all of it a hollow shell with only braces inside to keep the weight down but the wings, talons, and beak drew inspiration from Bubo and could be moved and locked into new positions. The bird's eyes were trimmed chunks of plastic attached with clear glue mixed with a single drop of her blood to give the dark form of the bird blood red eyes.<br/><br/>With the statue finished she posed it on the perch in several poses before deciding the one she wished. With knife and sandpaper she smoothed the edges and gave the appearance of bark, an appearance furthered as she used stain to give the base and perch an almost real look. With the perch finished she places the hawk upon it, locks the talons tight around the wood and poses it with wide spread wings and an open beak as if crying out in challenge. She downs half a bottle of water before beginning to put the tools she used away. "A bird of challenge and ferocity. Stiffness and inflexibility. Bubo's opposite in snapshot."<br/><br/>A frown curls her lips as she slowly paces around the table looking at the statue. "A couple days of looking up bird pictures and smacking a calculator would let me get something better planned out. A week of work and I could do each feather individually." Her head tilts before she reaches out to run her fingers over the statues head. "But... that much preparation... would it even be the same inspiration? Would it be better with such mathematical precision?" Teeth worry her lower lip before she turns to the professor and gives a small smile. "Big argument in the faire smithies. Is organic and inspired better then mass produced perfection?"