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[forge_fire]

It's merely a hallways they step into, one carved out of rock but pleasant enough. It is not lit by lamps or by torches, but instead by the hot molten lava of the mountain shimmering through a sheet of crystal that refracts the light in dancing traces of color against a wall. He smiles to Zuko a moment as he watches the beauty of his underground

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[princeinexile]

It's like Avatar Roku's temple, really.

Zuko looks left, looks right, and falls into a quiet sort of reverance for the place, his eyes here, there -- tracing veins of heat as they dart over the walls in the ever-shifting flow of the molten core.

But he follows! Very obediently! For he doesn't want to miss anything.

[princeinexile]

Would he ... care... to see the workshop.

If the boy was from a proper shoujo anime, he would have twirled and sparkled, with Sakura petals on the air.

As it is, he nods, smile renewed. "Please."

[forge_fire]

He nods and puts the bag down before gesturing out of the room.

"Follow me."

[princeinexile]

He's like an obedient little puppy! Zuko is shortly on Heph's heels, glancing back only as he leaves his guest room behind.

[forge_fire]

And Hepheastos smiles as he leads him through a similar hallways to the workshop.

There is, of course, the forge. It takes up near half the room with glowing flames and hard black iron and all manner of things. The other half, however, is covered in all manner of tools and gagets, all neatly organized. A few are large enough to require covering with a tarp, but most of them are up and obviously still being worked on.

[princeinexile]

Zuko ... moves slowly into the room, for really, it's full of things he WANTS to touch, but can't. So he starts to pacee the equipment, eyes wide. He remembrees the smell of the forges, the men bent over them, sweat, fire, coke and iron...

It's very much like home.

[forge_fire]

"Explore as you like. I'll...tell you if you shouldn't touch something."

[princeinexile]

Zuko nods once, though he's stlil -- not touching anything as he explores. He could -- and might possibly -- spend a good couple of hours in here, just -- getting reacquainted with forges and the smells and...

A hand slide down the haft of a hammer, just a touch there, feeling the wood worn smooth.

[forge_fire]

And he settles in a chair and watches, content to let the boy have his time.

[princeinexile]

Zuko touches rarely, but is more inteested in equipement; the stuff akin to his own people, especially. A forgee is a forge, but -- oh, there's something to be said for this place.

He's in awe.

Evenetually, he comes back to drop into a neighboring chair, and is akin to a happy cat in a room full of comfy cushions. "THis place is wonderful."