Honkai Star Rail RP.

Yingxing crafts a new sword, it's looking unique, elegant yet it is made for the kill, he seems to be in lost in his thoughts as he crafts the weapon and yet he is aware of everything. His long, white hair falls a bit over his face, tied into a low half bun on the back of his head to stay out of his way of what he sees.

The craftsman continues to wield the blade of the weapon, sweating from the effort. He's old, a human after all who won't live forever, who'll become Mara struck one day incurable. "Hm, that could use some more ornaments.. But now now, later."

He softly speaks to himself and slowly places the sword down to let it cool down, he turns around to look at his second workbench, inspecting the other weapon there before he leans down a bit and uses the handle on the side, lifting the bench higher so he can work on the engravings while standing. He softly flicks against the blade and listens to the sound it makes, his lavender eyes narrow softly as he smiles. "What a beautiful tone, this one is unique."