The Tundra's words stung like an ant bite--and since she spent her time in a lair mostly comprised of insectivores, she knew exactly what that felt like. Arra doubted he'd meant it to be disparaging, but all she could hear when he spoke was derision. As if he said, There are some impressive inventors here. Too bad you're not one of 'em. You'll need the luck.
"I don't need luck," Arra told Steelheart defiantly, even though the little hound was sound asleep on her shoulders.
She'd spent most of the night with Steelheart and the hamster wheel, testing the amount of power it could make. She finally decided it made plenty. All she had to do was provide Steelheart with sufficient fuel. The canine golem could, theoretically, run indefinitely if provided with sufficient power.
Not that she wanted to employ the often-useless familiars in the lair with menial tasks. "This is only temporary," she sighed in promise to Steelheart, and blinked at the landscape.
The bright morning sun peeked underneath a blanket of clouds. Periodically over the dusty plateau, Arra saw static electricity arcing between the tall spires and even between boulders and some zapping flora.
"Alright," she said loud enough to rouse the Steelhound. "Activate yourself already. I know you're tired. But don't you want breakfast?" What better place to charge a power-deficient golem than among the Tempest Spires?
Steelheart slid off Arra's shoulders to the ground, stretched mechanically, and then meandered away from her. It was as though all his sensing ability had gone out the window. It would have been comical if she didn't have to use him as her ultimate engine driver.
"This way, bud!" she called and headed over to some glowing blue rocks that looked pretty promising. She offered them to Steelheart, and he bit down on what Arra assumed was tungsten from the texture. He spit it out.
Arra frowned. "Picky little thing, aren't you?"
Steelheart whimpered.
"Let's keep looking."
They picked their way around rocks and investigated all manner of holes. The charged atmosphere seemed to revive Steelheart a little bit, but he still was obviously not operating on all cylinders. Until, that is, Arra noticed a little brown item scurry away out of the corner of her eye. The golem bolted after it like a hound.
Arra bounded after him. "Don't get lost, okay--hey!" Before she knew it, it seemed like the entire ground scattered before Steelheart's enthusiasm. "Lemmings." She laughed as Steelheart pounced toward one, then another. It had been a while since he'd had to hunt for his food, that was for sure. "Go on, bud! I believe in you."
Arra sat down on a boulder, conveniently next to some--perhaps a bit high-voltage--almonds, and watched the carnage for only a moment before going back to her plans. She snacked on the almonds while Steelheart chased down the lemmings.
"(W) Static charged lemmings," she wrote on the bottom of her page. "Who would've thought?"
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