==== September 9, 2013
==== Sori, Sytin
==== Sori gives Sytin a much needed lesson in molding rings.

Who Sori, Sytin
What Sori gives Sytin a much needed lesson in molding rings.
When September 9, 2013
Where Southern Weyr - Smith Wing

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Smith Wing
And here, architectural integrity fails: chunks of the ceiling litter the floor, and in the gloom only spinnerwebs are visible in the high, arched emptiness above.

At one of the work benches is arrayed a supply of wires of varying gauges, "Damn, I don't have everything," Sori says in complete exasperation with herself.

Sytin is just returning from a mid-day lunch break when he spies Sori, swearing to herself. "What're you missing?" he asks, clearing volunteering. "I can get it for you, if you tell me where it is. Good chance for me to learn more about where stuff is stored and all." He's not trying too hard at all, nope.

Sori blinks at Sytin, she'd thought she was alone, "Oh, I forgot the cutters. They should be over there by the whetstone," the big stone that looks more like a wheel than a stone, "The heavier pair should be there anyway. I have the smaller pair," she gives a light shrug, "I'm just making some more rings and such to replace what was used in the riding straps."

"No problem!" He heads over to the whetstone, searching around it for a few moments before he finds the aforementioned cutters, holding them aloft. "Never fear, Underwher is here!" That probably sounded cooler in his head. He brings them over and sets them down in her work area. "Do you use molds for it?" he asks, peering curiously. Have to learn this stuff sometime, right?

Sori gives a slight shake to her head as she picks up the heaviest gauge wire, "I'm going to bend this around this rod here," she says pulling the appropriate rod towards her, "The wire is fed onto the spindle," because that's the proper name, "then I'm going to turn the spindle until I have a few rings. I like to make two more rings than I used, that way there's always at least one left," she says this as she turns the spindle. The wire bends slowly around the tool, forming one, two, three rings before she stops and picks up the cutters, "These cutters are best for this gauge of wire, bigger, stronger able to cut through the heavier gauges. Those," a chin-point to the smaller cutters, "Are better suited to finer gauges." Once the wire has been cut, Sori removes the spindle and slides the coils of wire off before putting the spindle back, "This can be cut into rings, then the rings can be left as circles or the pinched ends can be flattened so they become D-rings," she has been paying attention it seems.
Sori is busy putting action to her words, though she's not very good at keeping her movements slow enough for the younger apprentice to follow what she's doing. Bad Sori. No cookie.

Sytin watches with wide eyes and peers at the work in progress, trying to absorb the actions he's seeing along with the explanation being given. "That makes sense…" he offers, just to be sure Sori knows he /is/ actually paying attention, in case she wondered. Never a good idea to ignore a female. Well, almost never. "How does the wire get made?" he asks the seemingly obvious question as she continues working. "I imagine that has to be a mold or machine for it?"

Sori chuckles as she finishes the rings, leaving them as circles rather than flattening them into D-rings, "Kind of there is a machine. Wire is extracted from sheets of metal," she says as she picks up the next smaller gauge of wire, and begins the process of making a coil. This coil has four loops to it, the buckles she used have already been replaced, "This coil will be cut into four rings, and the part where the cut ends meet will be flattened so that it forms a D shape," she says, then she's back to talking about making wire, "Each wire is extracted in a long loop, easier to keep the wire a uniform size or gauge that way. When it's done there's usually somewhere between twenty to fifty yards of wire that get coiled onto a spool. Each gauge has a different sized spool," by 'size' she means the top and base of the spool are made of a different thickness of wood, "With the gauge of the wire inscribed into the side of it," Sori may have looked asleep, but she was paying attention.
Or maybe she just bullied Rimer into taking notes for her? In any event, Sori does have the answer to Sytin's question.

Sytin takes a moment to soak it all in, eyes a little wide. "It looks like a lot of thought is put into this. It all seemed pretty simple at first glance." Of course, Sytin is no fool, he just didn't realize that metalworking was nearly this involved. He seems all right with it, however. "Has anyone made a machine that can do this on its own?" he asks, seeming to pondering the answers he's been given thus far. "Eh, don't mind me." He shakes his head. "I'm probably rambling. How is the gauge measured?" There, that's a more reasonable question with a more imminent answer.

Sori chuckles at Sytin's question, "If they have, I've never seen it," she answers, then she's pondering, "Gauges are like knitting needles, the finer the gauge, the higher the number. The heavier the gauge the lower the number," she's finished the set of four D-rings and is placing them in their proper drawer, "The gauge of the wire is determined by the gauge of the sheet of metal it's cut from. So a thin sheet of metal will produce a finer wire than a thick sheet of metal," Sori turns to look at Sytin, she has the three O-rings in her hand, "These go over in the tack room. It's where all the materials are kept for making saddles, and such for runners," she points towards the room she'd gone into the night before (or whenever that scene took place), "As for what gauge is used, that depends on what you need it for."

Sytin ponders this. "Maybe I should invent one." Someday, anyway. Her lecture on gauge is heeded and listened to intently. "Okay, so thicker sheet equals a lower number, but thicker gauge, but a thinner sheet equals a higher number but a thinner gauge." Maybes perfect sense, ayup! The Apprentice takes the rings from her, turning to follow her gesture and then toddling off with that off-kilter gait of his. He comes back a few minutes later after some clanging and banging emerges from where he ducked into. He has a look of innocence on his face, which of course means anything but. "Is there some guideline for weight versus gauge I should know about?" Just keep moving, just keep moving!

Sori eyes Sytin, but doesn't say anything about the clanging, and banging after all there are any number of reasons for the noise and all of them perfectly reasonable, "Generally the gauge will give you a rough estimate of the weight of the ring. A 12 gauge wire will produce a heavier ring than say an 8 gauge wire would," is said carefully, the forge that she'd been working at is cold and she sighs, "I have some runner shoes to finish," she says softly, then gives a shrug, "I suppose it will have to wait. I can get the forge going, but it's late enough if the person what wanted them shoes were in any kind of hurry he'd have been here by now."

"What I meant was how much weight can the ring hold, like when used in riding straps, for example." Sytin makes a motion and gesture meant to show the hefting of something like cargo with his hands. "I know the rings themselves will be heavier the thicker the wire, but I'm curious how much weight can be put on them before they start bending or breaking." He pulls his hands apart in another gesture, to show something being stretched thin. The now cold forge is eyed. "Probably," he agrees. "But if you want I can help." Oh, how his arms will thank him later. And by thank, we mean murder.

Sori nods, "Ah, I see. That depends on the gauge. The rings I just made? They can bear the weight of a full grown man 'bout Aaron's size," she thinks for a moment then adds, "I used the number four gauge ring. Dragons do a lot of quick maneuvers, so they have to be able to take that stress."

"Exactly!" Sytin's arms gesture with added emphasis as they click on the same wavelength. "I wonder if there's a chart or if you just get a feel for it eventually." His eyes do widen at the idea of a single ring bearing the weight of the Journeyman. "Shards, must be a pretty good alloy. What kind of metal do we use?" It's a perfectly reasonable question, after all. He's still standing near the forge, waiting to see if she wants his help in igniting it.

Sori chuckles, "Well yes actually I think there is?" she remembers hearing Rimer say something about such a thing once, "Though after a while you just kind of get a feel for it." Sori is now leaning against the anvil, because she is that short, "You know, I really don't know. I might have been distracted during that class," or not there, cough.

Sytin chuckles and combs his fingers through his hair habitually as he ponders. "I'm sure I'll learn at some point. Seems pretty key as a Smith." He offers her a reassuring grin. "Your secret's safe with me though." He glances down and taps the side of the now cold forge, eying the coals. "Seems like it's getting pretty late." He glances toward the door where things have started turning an amber hue. "Did you want help with the forge, or are we just going to get an early start tomorrow?" He gestures to the half done shoes.

Sori grins, "Early start tomorrow," she answers as she shoves off from the anvil to head towards the living caverns, a move that is timely as her stomach lets out a rather loud rumble of protest, "I get busy, and I forget to eat," she shakes her head in amusement with herself, "Rimer, if you haven't met him you will, is always teasing me about that."

Sytin follows Sori as she heads away from the Smithy. "I don't think my stomach will ever let me forget to eat," he comments, his tone expressing disbelief that Sori's would ever betray her that way. "Haven't met Rimer yet." He falls in step with her, his lanky gait keeping up easily. "Well, don't /think/ I have, but maybe we just haven't been introduced." He offers her a smile as he looks down slightly at her. "I heard they're serving herb roasted wherry again!" His voice fairly teems with excitement. "If we hurry maybe we can get the best parts still!" Ah, the joys of an always empty stomach!

Sori grins as she is first out of the smithy, "Oh, it doesn't let me forget so much as I think I'm just not paying attention," because she does get that absorbed in her work, "I think I ate breakfast?" but she's not sure, "Does klah count?" probably not.

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