Sailor Tempesti had been buzzing with anticipation since her conversation with Snowball. Even though she could read the language now, she wasn’t anything close to an expert on technology, so the assistance of a generous Mauvian and his knight friend was more than welcome. Between the three of them they should definitely be able to figure out how to complete Sotiria’s unfinished project.

(Mental note: figure out something nice to get them as a thank you.)

She couldn’t say what the Basilea’s intentions had been when she began this work, but it fit into her plans to turn the Tower of the Winds into a sanctuary. Its own little guardian to keep an eye out for danger. Ideally its combat capabilities would never be necessary, but with all of the potential threats she’d learned about over the past year it only seemed prudent to prepare for any possibility. The Wellspring Guardian obviously couldn’t come to the Tower with her. Even if she was willing to leave Wellspring chamber unguarded it wouldn’t exactly fit in the Tower’s narrower corridors. The Primordial Tower’s simpler constructs probably wouldn’t be able to operate so far from their programmed patrols, so attempting to bring any of them was mostly likely not an option. Temperamental as they were, she wasn’t inclined to even give that a try.

(Mental note: try to figure out carefully, on paper just how far away they can get from their patrols, maybe into the palace)

Time spent in Sotiria’s private library had yielded enough information, or what she hoped was enough information, on the plans for the automaton’s construction to complete it. If not, it would at least give them a solid start. Starting with a more generalized book, she had managed to find the most basic of diagrams the old senshi had drafted. Hours of study and translation over the course of days had given her a rudimentary understanding of what the thing looked like and a vague idea of what it required. Gave her some of the vocabulary she lacked for the workings of the constructs, enough to make the more advanced texts somewhat intelligible anyway. Hopefully.

Tempesti could decipher the words in the book of schemata dedicated solely to the smaller guardian in the sense that she could identify them, though her struggle to understand the context made it very clear to her how badly she needed the help of someone more familiar with machinery and how it worked, and that anything but absolute precision would result in failure. For the moment, she would have to be satisfied with the ability to identify the components they would need to assemble the rest of the construct. Her translations, she hoped, would be enough to make it understandable to Snowball. Handwritten though they were, she made a point of ensuring that her handwriting was meticulously neat. Now all that was left was to clean up the ancient workshop and prepare the components for the renewal of its long lost work.