if you build it, they will come. hopefully.

[abyssum_invocat]

So. Replicators.

They take some getting used to for a child who's never come across technology even remotely similar before, but after a few wrong turns and a bit of confusion over how what it spat out at her was supposed to be decent clothing Sinthia got the hang of it. Enough, anyway, to order food and drink, and a modest bunch of parts to make something.

A something which, if the instructions are anything to go by--thankfully they're pictograms as well as words, in case the passersby like the mun don't read German--will be a quite pretty little mechanical tellurion.

She's totally interruptable while building this, yes. Periodically she needs breaks.

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[writes_with_digital_ink]

"Ohhhh. Well. Good luck, little cousin." Her first impulse is to ask the girl to stay, be stay and keep others safe - after all, she has no reason to doubt her.

But she thinks it might be safer to tread softly.

"So, where are you up to on your device?"

[abyssum_invocat]

Immediately her brows crease as she looks up at Gaila. "Little...cousin?" she asks, needing clarification. "I have to put on the moon. And glue the sun and earth onto their axis poles."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"As you'd call an adult you didn't know 'aunt', or 'uncle'," she explains. Then, "may I join in? Or do you want to build it by yourself?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"No, you can come help," she says, moving out a chair--without moving her hands to do it.

"I'm just following the instructions. And once I get it dry-fitted I have to sand down the marked gear teeth, and then screw in all the pieces."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

Gaila grins.

"Sounds fun."

She means it, too. Building a complicated toy is a much, much better prospect than brooding.

[abyssum_invocat]

That makes Sinthia actually smile, and she reaches for the last few pieces to put them on and mark them, and scoots a little piece of sandpaper over toward Gaila. "All the ones with the red markings need to be sanded down. I want to keep them sharp, but they need some wiggle room."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"Sure thing, boss," she says cheerfully, and gets to work.

Much, much better prospect than brooding.