Follow up w/ Nefertari/voicing concerns

[18:24:25] Nefertari had roamed Nostvale in search of Hendrix for quite some time. He was a boy that she had gotten used to hanging around with; and a boy she could almost call her buddy! But definitely a friend. Even if he didn't wish to join the Spelunkers, the fact he'd aid them with weapon-making was good on their part. Or so she assumed.

Approaching him, she would pause, with a wave the girl would adjust her jacket and skirt properly; making sure she was presentable. "Hi Hendrix. How's the spear coming along?" Perhaps she was impatient, or perhaps she just wanted to going on with using it and trying it out for combat. Either way the young girl was trying to make conversation on a topic perhaps Hendrix would like.

"Is it done or do you need my help with anything?"
(Nefertari)
[18:33:48] He understood restlessness, he himself often a victim of it. So when Nefertari approached him with curiosity about her weapon, and it's progress - he didn't feel too annoyed over any of it. "I need to have someone shape it for me as I get it ready for you- A nature magi." Yes, the appearance was important; it's weight mustn't be too much, and it's length had to suit her well.

Taking a step closer now, he decides to invade her space -- a hand to his forehead, he attempts to measure where she stands in comparison to his height. "Hm..." Pondering it all, he moves to grab her hand, extending her arm out as far as it could go. " Have you ever held a spear before, Nefertari?" An innocent enough question, the Este was curious as to why she did want him to make a spear instead of something more practical like a sword.

"Any practice, or training from your parents? It's important, because I want to make sure it suits you when it's done."
(Hendrix Este)
[18:45:45] "Well I mean I did do bo-staff and quarter-staff training as a kid but I wasn't allowed to hve anything with sharp objects at the end in training." And by training, she meant beating the servants she was given whenever they disobeyed her. She never held a true spear, but a spear was similar in function to a combat-staff, and it simply seemed like the right choice to jump to a spear for actual combat.

With a pause, she stared at the boy as he seemed to measure her out. Made sense. "Should probably make it a little bit big for me, so that when when I am all grown up I can still use it. Also making it funner to train with. So long as it doesn't drag on the ground." Though Nefertari was at that age she'd be hitting rapid and admittedly painful growthspurts here and there over the next few years. So even if it dragged now; it wouldn't drag by time she was grown.

"I can tell if it's good enough when it's made by swinging it aroud a few times." She admitted. Spears were also a lot more practical in Nefertari's mind due to their length; they had more reach than swords; ultimately.
(Nefertari)

[18:58:33] "Sure." He had his own ideas in regards o the desired length -- while the wants of the consumer were important,those of the blacksmith's should also be considered. "As it comes along, I'll show you the progress we've made." We- being Saeran, Clementine, and himself.

"What about the magic properties of the wood, you wouldn't be influenced by rhe magic left behind would you?" Layered in occult energy, he had felt that much after testing it himself. He couldn't help but worry about Nefertari's well-being. Even if he didn't actually care about her on a personal level.

"I don't need you getting sick because of over use, Nefertari. That's bad for business."
(Hendrix Este)
[19:04:32] A finger flickered upward from the girl as a small ball of occultism flared to life at her fingertip, only to collapse a few seconds later once she was done using what it was meant to be used for; to show her magic toward Hendrix. "I'm already an occultist and if you look..." Her body bent over slightly to touch at the tattoes that ran down her thighs and half-way down her calves. "It's customary in my home to get these tattoos that kind of makes emotions harder but also makes occultism less likely to drive you crazy."

Raising back up, the skirt was then readjusted properly, she didn't seem to like the idea of bending over even the slightest of having any part of her clothing wrinkly and unpresentable. "I should be fine. I think."
(Nefertari)
[19:17:20] She immediately lays his worries to rest, while also causing a fluster in him- cheeks deepening in a reddish-hue as blood begins to course rapidly through them. "Ah.. R-right then." Looking away, even after she returns, the fold of skirt to where they once were, he scratches at the back of his head, his hat falling from atop as a result!

Fumbling to catch it, the siutations seems to lose a bit of it's composure at the display of clusminess. "Ahem! If you think you'll be fine, then alright. I'll believe you." Not even he was prepared for everything- the boy caught off guard, and suffering for it now.

"Have you seen my sister by the way?" Changing the topic a bit- the boy hadn't seen, nor spoken with Ariadne since the events of that day with their Uncle. Every thought of her since then being one filled with a tint of anger, he had tried his best to avoid it since then.

"You mentioned her last time. That's why i'm asking now."
(Hendrix Este)