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She grins, looking up at Sil again.
"Dun worry, it's only a forge when I need it to be one. If I need a bed, I bring in the alternate hollow, with my bed, or the other alternate hollow, with the vortex, or the other alternate hollow, with the kitchen..."
She chuckles at her long list.

She grins at her, then pulls out a peice of parchment from her pocket. She scribbles down the list of materials she needs, then taps it thrice with her quill and it dissapates.
"I don't have all the materials I need, but the ones I'm missing or researching should arrive soon enough. This is going to be fun."
She walks over to the tree and sticks her head and shoulders into the furnace, obviously looking for something. The heat coming from it lessens, as if moving farther away. The opposite end of the tree lengthens a bit, as if making room for Keo's head and shoulders.
"First things first... were did I put that lump of quicksilver...? Ah! There it is!"
She pulls out a long piece of dusty-tarnished silver, and growls at it.
"Did I say you were allowed to get sooty?"
A huge bucket of water grows beside the tree and she sticks the peice of silver in it. A froth gathers around it, cleaning it.
"Dun worry, it's still the best quicksilver found anywhere. Just a little dirty, that's all."

She nods, pulling out an end of the quicksilver. The material slinks under her hands, liquidy and elusive. She turns it over and dunks it back in the foamy water.
"Just as well. I don't make swords that kill, only heal."
She shakes her head, sighing.
"There's enough death in the world that it would miss another murdering weapon. No. My swords only heal. Whether it be emotional, physical or otherwise. Well, I'm still working on the emotional part..."

She chuckles, pulling out the softly glowing metal. It shifts under her grip, swirling, hypnotizing, reforming. She pulls out a delicate, cobweb cloth and wipes it dry before pocketing the hankie and thrusting the lump of metal into the furnace. She puts on her gloves and apron quickly, and pulls out the metal with her prongs, checking it's heat by it's color. She shakes her head and puts it back in.
"That's good. An artist always appreciates a good critic's judgement. Or just a good friend's appreciation."
She smiles up at Sil.

She grins.
"Good. I hope my epee's good enough for him. I'm not much of a fighter, but I hope I'm at least a good enough blacksmith."
She picks up her prongs again, poking at the quicksilver.
"Ugh... it takes so long for this stuff to reach it's melting point. It's a good thing I only want it to go a few degrees lower than MP."
She pokes it again, peeking inside at the metal, sizzling quietly in the furnace.

She pokes the metal again and smiles.
"Perfect..."
She pulls it out between her prongs. The metal is void black, shining like a darkened diamond. She positions it horizontally on the anvil, picking up her hammer and slamming it, twisting the metal between the prongs and beating it into a relatively good shape.
Grunting, she glances at Sil quickly.
"So... ugh. Do you... ugh. Know the properties... ungh. of quicksilver?"

She looks up at Sil, her eyes a bit wide as she wipes away the sweat.
"I hope you realize a quality sword will take at least a week to complete. Especially with the materials I have lined up for it."
She sighs, picking up the metal again and putting it back in the forge, reheating it.
"What is it you want to do?"

you know how my burning tree is right it has to absorb my blood to become that way same principal aplies two a sword only i have to do it while it's being forged only it will light up whenever he's near it and it will swirl the color of flames while retaining all it's old properties and maybe give it new ones