Building of the relic

"That's not it either", she shouted, followed by a loud crashing sound. Ceramic shards scattered over the floor and as she walked over them, leaving bits of bloody stains on the dark, old wood. She opened the hot oven, taking out the next set. Two tea cups and a portable pot. She looked at them in disgust, crashing them into the floor again. In frustration she crossed her arms, but touching her shin she felt the heat of her still hot metallic hands, twitching, grunting and looking at her slightly burned skin. Out of anger, she almost threw another cup she freshly tossed out of the oven, but just before letting go, she froze. "This... this is it", she mumbled. Her hands, almost in panic, wiped the table clear before taking out the other utensils that belong to the set. Gazing at it, testing every millimeter. "It's perfect", she finally smiled. She felt the blood of a small wound on her skin, caused by one of the shards, dripping onto the table.

She tossed the chair to herself, taking out all the painting utensils. Finally... her own Relic will be made... and it's finally perfect...