- Influence
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The torch hissed, quiet and blue, casting a tight shimmer against the iron pipe. Swifttail worked in silence, his posture steady, but tension simmered beneath his fur. The task demanded precision, but his mind wandered, drifting into the pressure of it all. The heat, the importance of the job, the ever-present hum of the engine.
He hadn’t even noticed how long he’d been crouched there, until Kaii stepped closer.
It was only then that he saw it. The seam was barely halfway finished. The torch in his paw was already cool, the fuel long switched off. The flux had dried in patches, uneven. He hadn’t moved in minutes.
He sighed, setting the torch gently aside.
“How do you do it?” he asked quietly, still staring at the pipe. “You always seem so cool. Like nothin’s too big. Not even this.”
He turned toward Kaii then, finally meeting his eyes with a faint, sheepish smile.
“We’re in the middle of the sea, under a deck built for wood and rope, workin’ on an engine made by beasts we’ll never meet. And they gave us the chance to fix it.” He shook his head softly. “Feels like I’m dreamin’, some days. And other days... I feel like I’m the one with a crack down my side, just waitin’ for the pressure to split me.”
He gave a low chuckle and rubbed at the back of his neck.
“I see you workin’, buildin’, sketchin’... and I think, I’d give anything to have half that confidence.”
His gaze shifted toward the pile of gathered parts Kaii had assembled. The layout was clever.
“But look at this,” he said with quiet admiration. “This is good stuff. You pulled this together with scraps and guts, and it’s gonna run clean. You’ve got the mind for it, no question.”
Swifttail reached for the torch again and gave a small smile.
“Wanna learn how to braze?” he asked. “I’ll show you the trick to keepin’ the flow even. We could each take a seam and time it. Winner gets the other’s dessert rations.”
He bumped Kaii’s shoulder gently with his own.
“Loser still gets to say they helped keep the ship floatin’. Not a bad consolation prize, aye?”
@Kaii Nashirou
He hadn’t even noticed how long he’d been crouched there, until Kaii stepped closer.
It was only then that he saw it. The seam was barely halfway finished. The torch in his paw was already cool, the fuel long switched off. The flux had dried in patches, uneven. He hadn’t moved in minutes.
He sighed, setting the torch gently aside.
“How do you do it?” he asked quietly, still staring at the pipe. “You always seem so cool. Like nothin’s too big. Not even this.”
He turned toward Kaii then, finally meeting his eyes with a faint, sheepish smile.
“We’re in the middle of the sea, under a deck built for wood and rope, workin’ on an engine made by beasts we’ll never meet. And they gave us the chance to fix it.” He shook his head softly. “Feels like I’m dreamin’, some days. And other days... I feel like I’m the one with a crack down my side, just waitin’ for the pressure to split me.”
He gave a low chuckle and rubbed at the back of his neck.
“I see you workin’, buildin’, sketchin’... and I think, I’d give anything to have half that confidence.”
His gaze shifted toward the pile of gathered parts Kaii had assembled. The layout was clever.
“But look at this,” he said with quiet admiration. “This is good stuff. You pulled this together with scraps and guts, and it’s gonna run clean. You’ve got the mind for it, no question.”
Swifttail reached for the torch again and gave a small smile.
“Wanna learn how to braze?” he asked. “I’ll show you the trick to keepin’ the flow even. We could each take a seam and time it. Winner gets the other’s dessert rations.”
He bumped Kaii’s shoulder gently with his own.
“Loser still gets to say they helped keep the ship floatin’. Not a bad consolation prize, aye?”
@Kaii Nashirou