[With so little exposed, there's so little to observe. Not a feather, not a scale, bare skin only being a jawline that could probably use a bit of a shave and the thin press of lips. There is the curve of horns, through carefully sewn holes in his hood, things that twist more like an antelope's than a deer's.
The rest, save those exposed metal-tipped talons, is utterly shrouded in black cloth. Sturdy make, clean, durable and a little coarse looking, but all-concealing. His posture is bent- but that does seem par the course given the work he's doing, small and precise on a table before him.
It's almost as if, by design, he is intent on evading being examined in detail. There are reasons of course, deeply cultural ones, but explaining to a mortal the shamefulness of flaunting one's unique appearance wasn't going to happen any time soon.
So his work continues. Though L stares with all the rudeness of a toddler who doesn't know better, it's blessedly ignorable, and the dragon is quite content with the silence compared to other patrons. Quiet means he can work uninterrupted, no sudden starts to make the delicate and fragile work suddenly more irritating.
The only noteworthy thing is a small subset of the tiny crystals he's using are tinged strangely red. But when they're put into place, the colors of the ribbons of energy inside the watch coruscate in a rainbow of hues. This, by the low grunt from Lahabrea, is satisfactory.
It's only when he's visibly nearing completion, putting things carefully back in order, that he pauses.]
If you have a preferred element that might damage delicate electronics, now is a good time to mention it so proper insulation may be provided. Any tampering, cast magic on the components inside the device or otherwise attempting to do so yourself may destroy everything I have just installed.
[The bland tone he uses suggests this isn't some effort to pry into witch speciality, just a rote requirement so he doesn't have to deal with the same person twice.]
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The rest, save those exposed metal-tipped talons, is utterly shrouded in black cloth. Sturdy make, clean, durable and a little coarse looking, but all-concealing. His posture is bent- but that does seem par the course given the work he's doing, small and precise on a table before him.
It's almost as if, by design, he is intent on evading being examined in detail. There are reasons of course, deeply cultural ones, but explaining to a mortal the shamefulness of flaunting one's unique appearance wasn't going to happen any time soon.
So his work continues. Though L stares with all the rudeness of a toddler who doesn't know better, it's blessedly ignorable, and the dragon is quite content with the silence compared to other patrons. Quiet means he can work uninterrupted, no sudden starts to make the delicate and fragile work suddenly more irritating.
The only noteworthy thing is a small subset of the tiny crystals he's using are tinged strangely red. But when they're put into place, the colors of the ribbons of energy inside the watch coruscate in a rainbow of hues. This, by the low grunt from Lahabrea, is satisfactory.
It's only when he's visibly nearing completion, putting things carefully back in order, that he pauses.]
If you have a preferred element that might damage delicate electronics, now is a good time to mention it so proper insulation may be provided. Any tampering, cast magic on the components inside the device or otherwise attempting to do so yourself may destroy everything I have just installed.
[The bland tone he uses suggests this isn't some effort to pry into witch speciality, just a rote requirement so he doesn't have to deal with the same person twice.]