[ Barely able to hold back the eyeroll, Silco's quick to get his business taken care of.
He may be no blacksmith, but he'd worked the mines as a boy, and some things are just muscle memory, even if they are old muscles out of use. He can pick them up easy with the tongs -- it's not unlike trying to use tools to get something far back into the fissures with ones hand stuck all the way into a gap, feeling until he can tug free the glimmer he'd caught sight of deep within the rock.
These are easier, really, and although the pots can only hold one rock each, it's enough. At least for the first. Without a hitch.
The second, though... it slipped out of the tongs, and landed with a clang.
Silco doesn't even wait to see if they look up, he picked them up -- heavy though they are -- and he starts to move, trying to ascend the slope as fast as he can. ]
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He may be no blacksmith, but he'd worked the mines as a boy, and some things are just muscle memory, even if they are old muscles out of use. He can pick them up easy with the tongs -- it's not unlike trying to use tools to get something far back into the fissures with ones hand stuck all the way into a gap, feeling until he can tug free the glimmer he'd caught sight of deep within the rock.
These are easier, really, and although the pots can only hold one rock each, it's enough. At least for the first. Without a hitch.
The second, though... it slipped out of the tongs, and landed with a clang.
Silco doesn't even wait to see if they look up, he picked them up -- heavy though they are -- and he starts to move, trying to ascend the slope as fast as he can. ]