Timestamp
19th of Summer, 513 AV
The Crafts Gallery
Time of Day: Late at Night
19th of Summer, 513 AV
The Crafts Gallery
Time of Day: Late at Night
Kanri sat at a table in the Craft Gallery with a whole box of little glass balls she had made. Now all that was left was to sand the glass, due to the foggier effect she was after. She had made an extra five, as she had just figured out, between cracking or lopsided bottles and breaking accidents. She pointed a mental finger at her father, who had lost her last commission by dropping a box full of bottles in the Courtyard of the Sky. That since led to more than a few problems. More and more, she had become convinced that men were the bane of her existence and the source of all trouble in the world. Though, she didn't seem to talk with many girls her own age, so she wouldn't know...
Finding a thick, rough clothI wasn't sure if sandpaper existed in Mizahar so I'm playing it safe and assuming they had a cloth with a similar purpose. out for common use, Kanri began to rub little circles on the glass, attempting to creating a smooth, but cloudy surface to the beads. It also made them less slippery to the touch. She had never really tried the technique, though she had seen it used often enough. She was surprised how tedious finishing up even just the first bead was, because, as she discovered, it required a lot of patience. She also had to be careful not to dig into the bead too deeply, though she was able to smooth those mistakes out fairly well.
Someone pulled up a chair, directly opposite her on the other side of the table. She mumbled a hello and continued working, assuming they wouldn't care if she didn't look up.
"Hello, Kanri," a voice said, almost pointedly. It was the smooth velvety voice that she knew fairly well now.
Kanri looked up to see her assassin friend sitting opposite of her, tipping back slightly in his chair but grabbing the table. She smiled. It seemed uncharacteristic of him to be playful, even with something so simple as chair tipping. He wore plain brown Bryda and his tattoo was covered by a brown arm wrap, but he still wore the feathers in his hair and earrings in his ears. He also seemed to have acquired some new bling for his hands, with rings and bracelets adorning them heavily, though it could have been old and Kanri would never know. She didn't even know his name, for pity sake.
"It's you,” she whispered, smiling even brighter
