The work of your hands (RP, Tadgh and Robin)

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Robin drummed the fingers of one hand on the red leather of the Maserati's steering wheel while he dialed a phone number with the other. The Pacific Ocean glittered on his left, a vast expanse of endless water under the springtime sky, not that he spared it much of a glance

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Flow. Flux. Fluid metal, fluid energy, fluid awareness, all converging on a single point ...

Here.

Hands encased in heat-resistant gloves, Tadgh poured the molten silver into the carefully-prepared plaster investment mold. His awareness flowed as well, following the metal as the vacuum device underneath the flask forced it into every crevice. Metal, energy, words, awareness, intent, all once liquid, all now crystallizing into structure.

Tadgh let the last words of his spell drift out on a sigh as he carefully set down the crucible. There would be refinements to add later, but he'd invested a seed of magic into the now-cooling metal. Further shaping could wait. The púca staggered back a few steps and unceremoniously slid down the far wall of his workshop to a seat on the floor, blinking focus back to his eyes.

He was hungry.Millie interrupted further contemplation of that thought by skittering across the floor and nudging his hand. The moment he glanced down at the little Shih Tzu, she dropped his cell phone into his lap

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"The arching and infinite blue of the southern California sky," Robin answered. "I imagine it's the same sky over your own head, for that matter. Hello. I trust I didn't wake you--"

A momentary pause for a lane switch, the briefest of perfunctory glances checking that the lane was clear-- admittedly, the car wasn't his Ferrari, but all the same he was rather fond of it-- and then Robin continued.

"--it is well past noon, after all."

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"Is it?" Tadgh glanced down at his watch, confirming that it was indeed nearly one. "I've been up since six at any rate. Just finished a casting."

He clambered back to his feet and headed for the kitchen, Millie gamboling hopefully after him. "So have you called solely to chide me on my hedonistic sleeping habits?" he chuckled. "Happy to hear from you for any reason, of course."

As he listened for Robin's answer, he opened the fridge and scanned the contents, searching for something that just might resemble lunch.

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"I don't chide. That would require passing moral judgment. No; I'm calling because I should like you to do some work for me, Tadgh. You come ever-so-highly-recommended, by your lovely sister, and I have two particular things that I was hoping you might be able to set your hand to."

Robin glanced over once at the motionless figure of the young blonde. Her head was resting against the passenger window; she did look very much like a sleeping girl.

"I'll pay you, naturally," he said into the phone.