The Signal forge house was normally a quite place. The students would only come into the room to either tweak, or repair their weapons. Not many forged it them selfs usally takening either a premade weapon and improving it or using a beta version of their parents.
The flames of the forge were raging tonight though. The glow of life spreading thoughout the room and pouring out the windows. As a lone girl stood infront of the forge.
This was the scene that the Black Bird came across.
Watching from the window he saw as the girl heated, hammered, reheated and repeated till she was satified. It was the highest point of the night when ahe placed all of her work into one of the lockers before leaveing the room.
The Black Bird flew away knowing the the girl would return the next day.