Dalis walked forward and curiously peeked over Siara’s shoulder at the short rod with a wonky spring coiled around it.

“Is that the spring from your gauntlets?” he asked with his head hanging over her shoulder, he had a lasting impression about those gauntlets that allowed him to zip across the sky.

Siara took a little step to the side when she noticed how close Dalis was, she cast him a strange glance and showed him the spring as she nodded in confirmation.

Dalis took it from her hand and took a closer look at it giving it his full attention, he gave the damaged springs a few flicks, but in their damaged state, the spring didn’t even bounce.

As he looked at it he kept mumbling a few formula’s to himself, and rotated the thing around, with every little prod he made, he was doing a dozen calculations in his head checking the width of the rod and the spring and the material it was made off.

In the end he looked up at Siara with a strange gaze, while holding the broken spring, “How