Making Mimics

Crouching with his feet up on his chair Wesper carefully hung up a glass instrument on a metal hook to drip chemicals into a waiting dish. Humming a melody as he worked, occasionally speaking out into the air to no one, himself, or whoever listens? It is unclear.

“That is enough distance from the flame to get the right exposure of heat… then connect this here...” 

He stands upright on the chair after satisfaction with his chemical contraption, brass supports and rings holding up bobbles and candles. He grins wide at his work and cackles. His ears twitch at a thunk from somewhere in the room immediately following his outburst. 

His head shot up and looked back to where the noise came from. The half elf who had been keeping her distance from him appeared to have knocked a small keg of powder over and was busy sweeping it back in, avoiding looking back at him. Eryn, was her name? Their introduction had been kind of awkward and she stayed far from him. 

You’re not going to be like him are you?...

“Hm…”

Surveying through his large rose lenses, he scanned the room. It felt emptier without the wreckage of the constructs. There was still the lightest of scorch marks that stubbornly stuck around through the clean up. His gaze passing over his large metal escort, waiting perfectly still in the back of the room, as far from the goblin as possible. 

Wesper shot him a wide smile and wave. Bow who crawled up the side of a nearby cabinet clacked loudly at Wesper, opening and closing its wings. Wesper looked at his little construct. “Don’t be jealous.” To which bow gave a louder click in protest and flew itself to a farther table, still keeping an eye on its maker. 

He turned back to the string of vials and beakers he had rigged up and then down to the… bag of slime he had discretely asked Kole for on his way out the door of their quarters.

You want reassurance on yourself and your abilities…

His hand paused over the bag. “I am perfectly confident in… my abilities.” He mumbled to himself, grabbing the bag up. With the smallest of flasks he dipped in for a sample.