Day 7
Qamar has no idea what he's missing, forgetting, or doing wrong, but it's clearly
something. He's been at it for hours, tried everything he can think of, but the device just. doesn't.
work. It's a good thing that Qamar decided to haul all the parts and equipment he's got into an empty room he found - originally it was to ensure he could work in relative peace, but now it also lowers the probability of somebody witnessing him throw a quite literal hissy fit. He's tired, stressed out, hungry, and very tempted to just dump all the parts he's gathered to the nearest bin. And maybe throw his wrench across the room. And then walk out and preferably never come back.
He settles for tossing the wrench on the table - which at least makes a satisfying clatter - and grinding his teeth. This is not going to work, and he's running out of time. Qamar doesn't know what kind of magic Neema worked into the original device, literal or figurative, and he clearly can't replicate it. At least not here, with this equipment. Qamar would throw more things, if every single part hadn't been so hard to come by to begin with. Having to search for them again amidst the junk that's lining the walls of the room wouldn't improve his mood one bit. He just decides to leave the messy table as it is and marches out of the door.
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Qamar returns an hour later, with a considerably fuller stomach and much milder temper. He sets a cup full of steaming hot, slightly sparking liquid on the table and fishes out his blueprints from underneath all the stuff. Yeah, he has to scrap most of that. Time to improvise, then. He probably should've guessed from the start that it would end like this, right from day one when he couldn't find the original invention. Well, luckily he already has some ideas he could utilize. Qamar sips his drink, picks his wrench up again, and starts dismantling the contraption he's managed to make, so he could put the parts together in an entirely different way.
When he's finished, there's
B) a little Skycat-shaped golem on the table in front of him. It's not big, but the tungsten-plus-copper-tubes -combination is enough to power it. If Qamar had more time and resources, he could probably install an audio recorder and a speaker on it, so it could be used as a moving, talking memo or something. Oh well, even if it isn't capable of such tasks now, it can fly. Qamar's honestly somewhat surprised himself how well the golem seems to work. He packs up his stuff and takes the golem to his presentation table.
He has no idea why a couple of dragons inquire him whether the skycat golem is able to carry coconuts, or is migratory, though. Why coconuts, of all things, and what do they have to do with migrating? And why would a golem be migratory, anyway? Qamar has a feeling he'll never find out. He tells the questioners that maybe the golem could carry one small coconut if it could get a good grip of the husk, but has to admit that he really hasn't run tests about that. Maybe he should've?
