[When you've settled in with a good novel only to have your relative peace and quiet wrecked by a steady string of loud banging barely a field over, it's hard not to be irritated at first. It turns to interest after she peers around her tree and sees the show of fire and sparks, watching just like that for several moments before eventually just scooting to the other side to sit and observe, book closed in her lap and arms crossed over it.
Though she has little knowledge of metal forging and it isn't quite an strange sight, people adept at Fonic Artes apparently use them for such things left, right and center at home, it's still a rather intriguing one to her]
...As I thought, good things can come from you too.