Breakthroughs!

A letter has found its way to the pigeonry, where the pixie Lora carefully tucks it to the leg of one of the many messenger birds there. It knows where to head, and with a determined flap of wings it heads to the skies; headed east.
 
"To my honorable Adas,
I HAVE MADE IT! I've not decided a name for it yet, but a small fairy now flies in my room. It's a stone construct, held together by copper wire and engraved with traditional Dawi runes! It's wonderfully playful, almost childlike. The crystal shard i worked with is a rather impure quartz, but I managed to work it down to a much smaller size able to fit as a core for the construct itself! Oh! It gets better, I think I can fashion a similar core out of the leftover to power the golem. It's planted in the soil still, I'm planning to let vines from a goodberry plant grow around it, hoping that the combined magic of the plant, runes and core will allow for it to grow and offer food and healing as we journey.
My teachers have been very helpful, offering guidance and tools that I could never have dreamed off at home! There's so much green here, flowers all around. Even autumn is full of life, bugs and mushrooms, weird flowers and dying boughs. I think my project to create the golem is well on it's way - although I admit the climb to my lot is very far, and I usually forget to water the goodberry plant.... but it someone else is! I don't know who is doing it. I will find them, I shall figure out where they live... and I shall give them a flower, as thanks. They're saving me a lot of efforts.
I've workshopped a few names for the new construct, but the best I have got is Killdaggersupreme. Thuersdai would like that, I'm convinced. She is one of my best friends! I shall tell you all about my adventuring team next time. Maybe you can offer ideas for a name? I'd love to hear from you. It's been a while. I miss your voices, like fresh air in the depths.
 
By Stone and Heart,
Gimizh"
 
As the letter flies away, Gimizh sits in their bed, watching their little construct flutter around the room. It requires little to empower it, a simple rune to activate it is engraved on their stone-bead necklace. Scattered around them are notes, sketches of the castle, and many drawings of silly dragons in various forms, from hugging books to breathing glittering fire (there is actual glitter on the paper) on a small grey figure. Gimizh rests their head on a hand, frowning. What will the group do now? Arwen is nowhere near yet, and he will soon know that all of them went into his home in the secret tower.
Oh, look, it did a somersault! The wings, melted copper with filigreed patterns carved into them work as a charm, but it is magic that keeps the construct aloft. A quick note: Flying Golem? Several calculations come quickly; weight, magical cost, runes, power source. No, it can't be done. Maybe if it was smaller? But then.... no, it won't work. A smaller golem would be too fragile, not able to protect their friends. The paper is tossed carelessly, and the flying construct dashes down to pick it up, tossing it in Gimizh's face. They frown... perhaps, perhaps some of the runes were unnecessary. This thing has far more personality than it ever needed. Yet, a small smile flits across Gimizh's face as the construct pelts them with more discarded paper balls. This creature will be a menace, but isn't that just sweet?
Another idea! CANNON! Calculations, designs, and the creature flits around the plants, hiding between the stems of the flowers to peer at Gimizh, curiosity in the blank pearly eyes. The evening comes to a quiet end after a while, Tomas returning to the room; Gimizh puts off their Earhorn of Hearing, putting their vast work-pile under thier bed, and heads to the bathroom. It's a quiet process to prepare for bed, including dislodging their arm, cleaning it, and putting it by the bed. With a satisfied sigh, Gimizh slips under their preheated duvet, and a restless hour comes, as it always does, as their head spins with ideas, designs, worries and dreams before slumber finally claims them.
 
And so, another day ends.