There was no denying an order from the Sultanas, Cera couldn't even begin to imagine doing so. Though he had very strong reservations about the metal he was conjuring into place, forming into a sound structure, he would not speak them aloud until he found them worthy of being spoken. Part of the higher tier or not, wise one or not, he did not find fault in the order that had been passed down to him in secret. There was no need to fear, for he had no reason to when he knew the object taking form beneath his eyes, sweat beading upon his forehead as he tempered the metal again and again, dragging the particles from the earth simultaneously. There could be no pause, in his mind, for the strands and chains had to be perfect if it was to hold any manner of size of horse. Should the chains snap or cuffs be too big or small, Cera would be the one to blame, and he would not give a shoddy piece of work to his Sultanas.

There was the brief notion of asking for help from those seeking apprenticeship, but none he knew of had made any blatant interest in the subject, and it was a small enough piece it didn't warrant searching for metal or help from any outside source. Though it was potentially able to be done the moment Africa explicitly asked for it, he hadn't wanted to test his abilities in front of her and be disgruntled enough by his anxiety to please her to suddenly fail. Especially since he hadn't ever used the newly gained magic before. It seemed there was no need for the doubt however, as if the crafting that had always existed in his blood was only stronger when imbued with magic that could bring his ideas to life.

Prickled with sweat with his own desire to make the shackles perfect, he checked over the object with a keen eye, going over it in multitudes before finally deeming it worthy of his Sultanas. Sighing deeply and letting his concentration slide into a wave of tired relaxation, emerald eyes shuttered momentarily, only opening to stare down at the shackles, more like hobbles truly. The world of war, of prisoners, was nothing strange to the youth. But it wasn't something he liked having to prepare for, in a time of peace at least. Lifting his head he called out for Africa, he wondered if he had done a well enough job of the task she'd set for him.

@[Africa] and anyone else welcome :D