[Which seems to be enough for Lahabrea for the time being; if L isn't distracting then it didn't matter if he sat there and watched. The dragon doesn't seem much for friendliness or politeness simply to be polite, but that was something of a trait of the breed, if it was the Ascian himself or the foreign dragon instincts, there's really not a lot of information to lean towards which it might be. Friendliness however wasn't required, this is a job, not a social gathering.
He sets to work with experienced quickness. That he can begin disassembling the thing that quickly, setting tiny gears, tiny screws and almost invisibly small tiny crystals on the table in front of him on a dark cloth in a row, but still says it'll take nearly an hour to finish - something's going to get complicated. He eschews tools when he can, using the sharp tips of his claws instead, which, when he moves them across light right, have a metallic sheen across the edge and tip that doesn't quite seem natural. It's almost a comical sight, something as large as Lahabrea is working on something so utterly tiny, but it does explain the goggles. Now and again a lens is flipped across his vision, or several, or none at all depending on the magnification needed.
Only when the entirety of the workings of the watch are laid out in neat, precise rows, does he bother to pick up one of the small nearby boxes and from it begin setting out an entirely different set of minute gears, tiny crystals and faintly glowing tiny rods. Some of them have a reddish tinge but otherwise seem fairly identical to the ones already spread out before him.
And then things slow down. A lot. The dragon sets to work putting them all back in, in a completely different arrangement than they were before, with delicate care. Every single gear, screw, crystal, minute energy source or wire is cautiously tested for secureness, one by one, before he dares move on.
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[Which seems to be enough for Lahabrea for the time being; if L isn't distracting then it didn't matter if he sat there and watched. The dragon doesn't seem much for friendliness or politeness simply to be polite, but that was something of a trait of the breed, if it was the Ascian himself or the foreign dragon instincts, there's really not a lot of information to lean towards which it might be. Friendliness however wasn't required, this is a job, not a social gathering.
He sets to work with experienced quickness. That he can begin disassembling the thing that quickly, setting tiny gears, tiny screws and almost invisibly small tiny crystals on the table in front of him on a dark cloth in a row, but still says it'll take nearly an hour to finish - something's going to get complicated. He eschews tools when he can, using the sharp tips of his claws instead, which, when he moves them across light right, have a metallic sheen across the edge and tip that doesn't quite seem natural. It's almost a comical sight, something as large as Lahabrea is working on something so utterly tiny, but it does explain the goggles. Now and again a lens is flipped across his vision, or several, or none at all depending on the magnification needed.
Only when the entirety of the workings of the watch are laid out in neat, precise rows, does he bother to pick up one of the small nearby boxes and from it begin setting out an entirely different set of minute gears, tiny crystals and faintly glowing tiny rods. Some of them have a reddish tinge but otherwise seem fairly identical to the ones already spread out before him.
And then things slow down. A lot. The dragon sets to work putting them all back in, in a completely different arrangement than they were before, with delicate care. Every single gear, screw, crystal, minute energy source or wire is cautiously tested for secureness, one by one, before he dares move on.
Apparently it really is going to take a while.]