XXIV.III Coordinate
"How?"

I struggled against the urge to flash the biggest smirk of the century as I went about the usual daily chores around the shop. The sun was just beginning to rise when Livia forced both of us out of the bed. Ever since, I had been doing my usual share of smithing for tomorrow's wares while my sister simply watched me with the biggest gaping awe that I had ever seen her have on her face.

"Practice, Livia," I droned out, not trusting myself to stop the chuckle trying to escape from my throat if I ever gave off the usual smile. "Practice, and skill."

While she was used to seeing me as the better craftsman between us, she had never seen me work at this rate of efficiency before, even during the time when we were rapidly cranking out armor and weapons during our Furnace breakout. My hands moved like a blur as I systematically popped out a decently
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