Birds the word

Ignita's goggles were placed over her eyes and they had limited peripheral vision to help her focus. The roar of the smithy was also drowning her ears away from the world and she found a delightful hum in the work she was doing. It kept her paws busy and her mind active but only on the task at hand.

She thought she might have heard her name called and looked up, then around. She jumped subtly but shook off her surprise easily with a broad and warm smile.

"Wylan! One sec!" She said, then poured the molten copper into the mould. It was her sixteenth one, she was starting to really get a hang of this. Once it was all poured she put the crucible down and stepped away from the forge.

She lifted her goggles and they made it obvious she had been working for a few hours. The soot had gathered over her pale fur and the goggles left lines in it where they had shielded it from the soot.

"Hi! Oh hi... Karakak? Nice to meet you! I'm working on some pretty pins, wanna see?" She gestured to a surface that had about six small copper shawl pins, each one a little more complicated and refined than the last.

"Speech"