He can feel it now, like a living thing squirming inside of him. Too long he felt barren inside, but now his innards awake and they writhe with the frenzy of years long spent in slumber. It feels like a worm and so Coris is the bird, gripping it in his beak.

Coris feels his magic.

He wrenches his beak and the worm grows taut. His horn shifts, gliding over the metal sheet and causing it to ripple, as though he'd disturbed nothing more than water. It makes an odd noise as the metal warps and spreads, molding to every whim of the storm-strewn stallion. He laughs as he works, giddy on the masterpiece unfurling before his very eyes. He has a long way to go with the wall yet, but like any true craftsman he marvels at the splendor of turning something as ordinary as a lump of metal into something so extraordinary as a monumental barricade.

He is patient, though perhaps Kri less so, but he cannot rush beauty or magnificence. It should certainly progress more quickly now though, as Coris at awakening his leather magic, was better able to grasp at the weaker sensation of his rank magic. He felt for the first time that he was truly alive.
"And to think I nearly died," he muttered to himself.

Coris came to a halt as his horn reached the tip of the wall panel he was focusing on. He stepped back to scrutinize his latest sheet of steel, stepping forward a few more times and directing his horn with short, quick jerks that the wall responded to in turn, folding back into itself or spreading as directed. When he stepped back once more, he nodded with satisfaction. Another panel completed.

The stallion hobbled back towards the pile of his ores, only to find, and remember, he had just used the last one. "Damnit," he cursed, peering down into his empty pile with a deepset frown. Coris had not collected any ores yet and wasn't quite sure he knew where to start, or even if he'd be capable. His leg still hummed with pain and certainly would only damage itself trying to dig through this hard soil.

Sighing Coris leaned back against the wall, finding some solace in its shade while he contemplated how to solve this dilemma.

His eyes part soon enough as a voice comes, pulling him from his brief reverie of thought. Truthfully he'd been about to slip into a nap, abruptly tired as he tried to ponder his latest obstacle to avoid. It would seem crafting took a good deal out of him when magic was involved.
Above Venati screamed a warning. He disregarded the bird's silly worries, turning instead to the figure that neared.

A gentle laugh quipped from his throat at her compliment. He caught himself, the sound dying away swiftly. "Forgive me my lady, I appreciate your admiration, but I fear there is nothing yet worthy of such praise. There is much work yet to be done." Coris dipped his head respectfully. Venati sent a flash of confused violet to his mind, unable to understand why he'd de-value his own work when he was normally so prideful.
I can only take pride in something worthwhile, his mind sighed back, grey eyes flickering over the very plain and very single piece of wall.

She curved about his metal sheet, and whether she was just kind or finally recognized how plain it truly was, offered her assistance. His lips broke into a thin smile, apologetic almost in the way it wrinkled his mouth corners. Before he could utter a response however another came. Coris' attention drifted towards the red stallion, intrigued by the style of his horns and the fall of wings upon his backside.
"Sergeant!" the stud called out, his voice intrusive with its bold volume. Coris' ears settled back briefly, as if to shake out the excitement from the boy.

He introduced himself, not that it helped Coris know him much better - he didn't know Aryel either, not surprising for him. Coris had to hide his smile at the fact Hector seemed not only to recognize, but freely say he was a simple soldier.
Even simple things had their uses Coris supposed, and he needed the stud's bulk not this thoughts today.

"Hail Hector. As it is I could use assistance from both of you. I'm afraid what you see before you took all the metal ores I had and I am in need of more." He paused, his thoughts furrowing his 'brow. "I was trying to decide how best to find and gather them. I assume there is plenty of metal here, but most underground. I am afraid with my leg still in repair beating at rock would disable me for many moons, but I fear even in your health chipping away at it may be damaging and untimely. Is there anyone here who works with the earth?"