56th Day of Spring, 512 AV
"Checkmate," Minerva said, placing her clockwork Bishop (which was actually shaped like a clock's winding key) in a position near her opponent's King (which was shaped like an hour hand). The other student let out a sigh of defeat and shook Minerva's hand.
"Good game, Tock," he said, using the nickname she'd introduced herself with. "I've got a test in like twenty minutes. I'll see you in class tomorrow." Minerva nodded, taking out her blueprints and ink, and starting to draw again. The chess game has been fun. It was the first game she'd played on her new chess set since she built it from scratch. She left the chess set out on the table, figuring another student might see it and challenge her to a game.
The chess set was quite unique. It was designed from wood carved in the shape of clockwork parts. The white and black painted pawns were in the shapes of gears, the knights as wooden shields mounted atop metal springs, the bishops as winding keys, and the rooks as pendulums. The king was shaped like a clock's hour hand, and the queen like the minute hand. Tock had put many long hours into making it entirely by hand. She was quite proud of her work.
Now it was time for another project. She was considering a clockwork wolf. It was something way too complex for her current level of skill, but she was jotting down ideas anyway. Right now she was sketching a mechanical wolf's leg. She had a book from the university library on the table, filled with masterful pictures of wolves. She was trying her best to copy the images by hand, and jotting down notes alongside her drawing. She was recording the listed height, weight, and other figures the book had on wolves. Then she was calculating the dimensions of the springs and gears she would need in a leg that size. She had a long string of numbers next to the picture, and the calculations were quite daunting.
She was probably going to need a professor to help her with the numbers. There were so many angles and stresses and friction coefficients to calculate that she was worried she was making a mistake somewhere. She went back over the numbers again, biting her lip as she tried to sort out the mechanics required to make the clockwork legs move.