15th Day of Winter, 510 AV Kietis squirmed on her spot before lifting her head to see over the taller, older Yasi in front of her. The Artinsan-- Not Artinsan, Artisan. You keep forgetting, she scolded herself. The Artisan was giving a brief lesson to some of the Yasi that had shown an interest or aptitude in glassworking, hoping to find some that had a raw talent for the skill, but Kietis could hardly pay attention to him for the distractions about her: namely, the children in front of her being two sizes too large to see past. They were of various ages, although most of them were older than she. As she had only seen nine years, not many of the children could be younger than her. Is it nine now? She couldn't remember exactly what number, but she was positive that she was bigger than she was a few days ago. Certainly she looked bigger; she didn't doubt that she had doubled in height over the past few days. ...Then again, she still couldn't see over the other children's heads. The Artinsan-- Artisan-- who was speaking to the small group changed his tone of voice, and Kietis rummaged through half-remember segments of his explanation in an attempt to figure out just what he was talking about. Attia had finally allowed her to go back into the Glass Reverie, and Kietis wasn't about to let that second -- third-- fourth?-- chance go to waste. The air was hot, nearly stifling, but she loved it nonetheless; or, more accurately, she was more than willing to tolerate it in order to have another opportunity to openly gaze at the creations lying around the area in various stages of creations. The speaker stopped, and again Kietis scrambled to determine what he had just said. She would most definitely have to be more careful than this. |