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[Alija]

Alija gathered up the iron shaving, scraping them into a bowl and hanging it up over the fire. Left there for a while, hopefully, would cause it to melt and be actually useful. If not, who cared - she just needed to try melting metal down more.

Instead, she turned to her larger piece. Clamping it firmly in her vice, she moved the chisel to the edge of the glowing metal. Carefully, she pulled off a thin strip, letting it fall to the floor as she took off a few more. Once the metal was too cold to slice through like metal, she moved down, picking each tiny sliver up and dousing it carefully in water. The oil she had added to it changed the colours nicely, to add a nice little sheen. Yes, that was good. Exactly what she was hoping for.

Although it was the wrong way to work. She knew that - she had left strips of red-hot metal on the floor where she was working, right where she could step. It seemed like a major hazard that wasn't acceptable in any forge.

Perhaps if she just held her body differently?

Trying scraping from the other side, she decided the danger of the tiny pieces of metal were bearable now, since that was too hard.

Then she did a lot of stuff.