Lyra pupcools's Arc

Chapter 2 of 2

Lyra needed students, but first she needed a plan. She pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and sat at her workbench. The morning light filtered through her window. She wrote down every technique she knew: gear-cutting, wood-joining, spring-winding, paint-mixing. The list grew longer. Her hand cramped but she kept writing. These were the methods that would die if she didn't teach them. She looked at the page and felt the weight of it. A guild needed structure, lessons, tools, space. She folded the paper and tucked it in her pocket. Tomorrow she would find her first real student. The next morning, Lyra walked to Solar Flare Haven. The domed building gleamed under the sun, its panels catching the light. Inside, she found rows of shelves packed with old books and records. She pulled down volumes about traditional toymaking, blowing dust off the covers. Her fingers traced diagrams of forgotten gear systems and lost wood treatments. She copied notes into her journal for hours. These techniques would form the foundation of her guild's lessons. By afternoon, she needed a place to practice the metalwork she'd just learned about. She found an old clubhouse covered in faded posters and band stickers. The space had heavy equipment perfect for forging small parts. She fired up the forge and began hammering out tiny metal gears. Sparks flew with each strike. The heat made her face flush. She shaped three perfect gears before the metal cooled. Her students would need to master this skill for mechanical toys. On her way home, she spotted five turquoise eggs nestled in a basin outside a craftsman's yard. Silver flecks shimmered across their surfaces. The owner said she could use them to rinse tools between projects. Lyra tested the setup, washing wood shavings and metal dust from her hands. Clean tools meant better work. She had her research, her forge, and now a way to maintain her workspace. The guild was taking shape, piece by piece.