“Hmm…well I did tune up my spider automaton while wearing these robes a few days ago. Maybe that?” She added, a little sheepishly, “I, uh, I study Dwemer automatons. You know, those metal walking things that guard their ruins?”
Ceirria cocked her head in confusion. “Automatons? I’ve heard vaguely of the Dwemer, I know nothing of their ruins however, aside from the fact that they exist. What are ‘spider automatons’?”
“Well, they’re uh—” Lucielle began automatically waving and weaving her hands in an attempt to describe them, even though Ceirria was blind. “They move. They’re made of metal. Like armor. But they move. And they look like people or creatures. Spider automatons look a little bit like spiders! Oh, er, you’re blind. Well uh, I suppose they don’t smell or sound like spiders. They’—they’re just vaguely shaped like a spider. I repaired one so far. His name’s Pincher. He likes to touch things. Everything. Well I suppose he doesn’t really have a gender. I just call him a he. They’re very interesting! Some have the capability to shock. I mostly disabled that function in Pincher, fortunately. I also had to alter his use of his claws. His pinches used to be like stabs and skin-tearing nipping.” She babbled on, oblivious to whether the Altmer understood any of that or not.
Ceirria understood bits and pieces of Lucielle’s explanation. Frankly, the thing called Pincher sounded horrifying. “They sound… dangerous.” She said at last, trying to imagine the shock and stabbing features and shuddering. “I find it hard to comprehend metal that moves on it’s own.”
