Back in these infernal halls, the sound of hammers striking down against metal hardly doing much to ease the sensation of working with such a dead material.

Why did I ever give my word to learn such an annoying skill? Heating the metal and starting to try and decorate it to little avail, unable to see how the metal will conform to her own desires, trying to alter the smallest of details with nothing to really show for it besides having learned what not to do as the hour silently passes her by.
Twirling the hammer, and reheating the annoying metal, glad to at least get that little heating reprieve to not have to actively work on the damn thing, just able to focus on breathing for a minute.

Back to her little station, a shake of the head, allowing time for the words of her instructor to ring through her mind for a minute before starting to slowly and carefully work on the details taking the previous hours failures into account, and quickly starting to fall into the groove. Adding small arrows, bows, clouds, symbols of the sun, vines and wind alike, lost in the zone, still feeling a bit at odds with the material but at least having found a rhythm as the hours passes them by. Head shooting up with a deep breath just in time to hear the ten minute before needing to start and wrap up warning.
Forge decorative item, 11 successes


Waving the instructor over to show him the results of the days effort with a relieved look at having cleared this hurdle. Cleaning her workstation, and packing down her self brought gear along with her newly made candleholder, relieved to have survived another one of these lessons.