Isse Blacksmith power

Hard work. This was hard work. But diagrams helped a lot. Blacksmithing and things like that. Isse had work cut out for him. 'What's up Shrimps' Wait. Was that?

Isse looked up from his cross legged study position, leaning upside down against the fence head against the ground. It was him! Bubbles began to conslate around him as he prepared to splash Haden in the face with him.

"A..Apple W..Waster! T..Threw a..apple in ocean!"
(Isse Mendoe)
Isse grinned widely at Haden. His bubbles were ready. "S..super m..mean too!" He stated, blasting at Haden's face with a butterfly bubble, before returning to the book.

Diagrams. Words. Well. Actually no. Isse closed the book. His head hurt now. Ow..
(Isse Mendoe)
Bubbles bubbles. Everywhere. Isse was using his bubbles to craft things. Or rather to visualise things he could make. Daggers, armour,  swords and spears. So many ideas that he could use. Especially now since he had some minor knowledge over crafts.

Around his fist he was manifesting something of bubbles gauntlets, spikes at the end of his fingers, for clawing. "M..Maybe f...for B..Brick." He mumbled quietly. Even a blind bat could tell this kid had bubbles around him, the popping noise.

"N..Need t..to t..think better.." The bubbles bursted in unity, a hand reached into his sack of oranges and candy. Healthy and unhealthy together.
(Isse Mendoe)
Isse was working. Forging. Creating. A template he already had in front of him, the book (this certain one with pictures) opened at a page, an eye on that, another on the hot metal in front of him. Okay, so he had to control the temperature.  Around him a cooling aura of water and wind flushed and flashed. The heat of the forge almost threatened to make trees burn. Only the water manifested from his magic stopped an inferno happening right now.

Too hot. Turn it down. Motions done to cool the heat, to calm the flames, an eye focused completely on the liquid metal. Was it too hot, too spread out? Hold.  Gloves bound tightly as he brought the metal mixture into a small cup, bubbling. The way he handled this was almost as delicate as an alchemist making their medical remedies. Isse grinned to himself despite the sadness of the last while, the tears were gone now.

Pouring the mixture of metal it took up the small form of a dagger, a lot of delicacy over this, a lot of care. A few seconds of cooling down then Isse allowed it to solidify, before getting tongs and placing it into a fire. Pulling out the heated metal and hammer blows rained down on it. Repeat once.

Repeat twice. Finished. It was an ugly little thing but it was obviously a dagger. Isse shoved it into a bucket of water and watched the steam rise, using his magic to swirl around it, his little hallmark pressed on it, the scratching of a butterfly on the hilt. There, that was his first attempt. He waited a few minutes before plucking the now cooled item from the watery depths. Now to find someone to test it. His fingers traced around the metal, a small feeling of.. pride in his act. He, Isse Mendoe, made something. Not destroyed or anything like that. He made something.
(Isse Mendoe)