The man’s morning had been spent studiously examining his various metal stones with his tiger’s mask, viewing through the magical sockets which would be the best for his current project. Having worked on several prototypes for the ankle-attached spades he was preparing to make the final renditions of, he was quite against the entire endeavor being ruined by an improper rock.

So, with his three stones having at last been selected, planted, and the process of growing them at last beginning, he’s quite caught up in his thoughts and actions. So caught up, that when he hears Lyanna’s summons, its more like a distantly heard echo of a shout, one that bites down into his subconscious, awaiting a time when he will be more receptive to things other than growing rocks into objects.

Admiring his trio of spades as the work concludes, he moves to clean up the remnant stems, when he suddenly remembers that he is meant to remember something. Wondering what it could be, he thinks to himself that he will deliver these to the garden, and then he will…

The garden! The healers! Her face rises to mind almost instantaneously, and with a panicked sound, he quickly snatches up his finished pieces and shoves them in his pouches, hurrying towards the usual meeting area, and hoping all the while that it was truly where the call had originated from. Oh Gods, Lyanna had called the crafters…

How long ago had it been? Dragomir was not sure. He could lose track of forever, while he was working, so much so that Ranjiri often fussed at him for it.

So, when he arrives, and discovers that he is not the last, but certainly not the first, he breathes a sigh of relief. Trotting in alongside Aaron, he nods hello, before turning to listen to Lyanna’s words.

He was not entirely surprised to be asked if he would be willing to assist the herd by making glass; he had, after all, caught Alysanne’s glance, and wasn’t a stupid man, by any means. Agreeing to the position with a nod of his head, he remains silent, allowing the newly crowned Queen to continue with being interrupted.

Far more excited for the chance to show off his newest projects, the man instantaneously turns his head back to pull out the spades he has made. Made of iron, the spades have inch high ankle cuffs, quite C like in shape, which can be slipped over a cannon bone, and pushed down over the wider part of the ankle, where it is relatively stable. The blade of the digging tool is angled downwards so that the wearer can easily move dirt with their hooves, rather than their mouth. Presenting what he believes to be the proper size for Lyanna, the medium (having made a small, medium, and large banded spade), he extends it to her with her charcoal lips, while listening to Aaron’s remark about armors.

I can, er, craft metals, I made these, grew them, really, he thinks, while gesturing to the spade he’s handed Lyanna, but its too many words to explain, if there is need of armor, I am sure I could more quickly make whatever is necessary out of rigid metal, rather than tempering glass.

I’ve made those digging tools today, so I have nothing else to do, really, he says, with a nod, anyone who wants a custom weapon or armor piece can come see me whenever. Might take me some time to plan it out and come up with the right supplies, though. Anyway…

You can put that semicircle part around your lower leg, and use the blade to dig, he says, not wanting to enter her personal space to show her how its done (nothing personal, really), and he hopes she can do it on her own, I’ve watched the gardeners give themselves lumbar injuries craning down to the ground long enough.

[ OOC: Ramblemir
Using his three small crafting slots for three of these (which are being given to the Edge as public use herd items!):
Small Item: Metal Spade :: Iron spade with cuff to attach to ankle. ]
[ Restrictions :: Wears down with use. ]