The darkened workshop with shallow winds and cracked walls let soft whistles of air into the dusty interior. The many works left sitting in the stale air as a single tick echoed softly among the many works. Each creation simir but unique in design, and each one became more refined compared to the st.
Sitting on the workbench and emitting a gentle tick every few minutes was the newest of the line. The small gssy orb filled with a deep violet colored liquid settled against the bottom staining the inside of the orb. Every tick caused the liquid to faintly ripple as it slowly grew in eminence. Every tick brought the interval closer together. Once every few minutes, then every minute, and slowly it's pace grew before the growing color painting the workshop.
As suddenly as the color spread it would recede and return until the brilliant colored liquid began to roil and swirl. The ticking sound of the gears now starting to move in steady time with each pulsing swirl inside the chest of the machine. The glowing liquid started to spread upwards piercing through the sphere to writhe and curl about the many gears and parts. The clockwork stained in color leaving it in a purple patina pattern before the ticking became a steady ringing every second.
The lenses of a raised metal pte started to glow before a soft hiss and click lowered it from the mount to gaze in wonder around the room. The lenses twisting and shifting to angle about the workshop at the various parts, tools, creations, and papers. Each movement of the almost scattered body parts clicking and hissing as they shuddered and flexed before moving to rest naturally under and beside the open chest cavity.
Each mount disabled brought the form together into the shape of a small dragon, barely a hatchling, and a tiny one at that. Stepping down onto the floor left it's head barely as tall as the workshop workbench. Tracing across the soft light of the early morning towards the cracks in the door before almost longingly watching and memorizing the simir creations to itself. The jaw moving as if to speak as it released a soft scratchy noise while gently dragging a cw across the hull of each creation.
While softly echoing across the room a gentle rumble would remain as each cw left a small indent in each metal pte it crossed before finally arriving at the door. The scratchy noise from the maw of the construct ceasing almost as it spoke it's first words. "Sweet dreams upon you dreaming hatchlings, my brothers and sisters. May you rest in fathers domain until you to join us in the waking worlds."
Stepping towards the cracked door and gently pushing against the wood with it's head let the light flood into the room while blinding the hatchling as they stepped out onto the soft grass, each bde a kaleidoscope of color in the lenses of the hatchling.
"Where are you father?"
