"Give me a few minutes," he said, sketching out the metal and pulling it apart in two clumps. He sticks his index fingers through the middle of each one and starts spinning his fingers, like its twirling hoops on them as the metal stretches out into actual hoops.

He tosses one into a nearby bucket of water. Twirling the other a few moments later. Then he will retrieve the hoops again. Still glowing a faint red, but far cooler.

He grabs a few more pieces of cobalt. He heats them up much the same before depositing the molten metal in a crucible and setting it on the table.

Then he moved to the wall of tools, grabbing a hammer and chisel. Letting the pot drop to the table as he approaches it. Fingers covered in fire as they dig into the pot lid and pops it off. Then he pulls out the carnelian, now polished to something smoother.

He carefully looks it over and nods before setting it on the table. Picking up the chisel and cutting the stone in half.

Then grabbing some of the molten metal, shaping it into an oval, and setting one of the stone halves into the metal, in a way where the split could be seen. Then grabbing one of the hoops, and heating up a section, before fusing the oval shape to the hoop.

Its tossed into the water again, as he repeats the process with the second hoop.

He moves over to the bucket, watching at the water bubbles, and motions for her to come over.