Timestamp: 55th of Spring, 519 A.V.
Continued from: [The Midnight Gem] Last Minute Commissions
The carnelian the man who had arranged the commission from her was actually slightly bigger than her head. He stated that he’d been using it for a doorstop which was almost offensive to Kelski. She looked the boulder over, turned it back and forth in the light, and decided the best way to deal with it would be to cut it on her bandsaw in half, and then half again. Once she got that done, she’d start evaluating it with her loupe and trying to find out where to start the cuts she wanted to make.
Kelski fired up her band saw, using the foot pedal to rotate the blade, and began adding water as she applied the stone and began cutting carefully through it. She felt more like a butcher than a jeweler and half expected blood to spurt out of the stone as she made the first halving cut. Navette cuts, sometimes called Marquise, were beautiful but they were so entirely wasteful.
Kelski hated making them unless the waste material taken off a stone was shot through with enough flaws to take away from its brilliance. It was a lovely cut, based roughly on a rectangular emerald cut with the length wise edges thinned down to points. Once the stone was cut, one could almost re-draw the rectangle around it and see that more stone was removed in the making of the cut than was left. That was why it was considered wasteful and unfavorable. She charged more for the cuts too, due to that waste, plus the fact it took too much time.
A quiet voice asked…. “Can I watch a while?” Kelski hadn’t heard the blonde man enter and she certainly hadn’t expected company as she butchered one of nature’s perfect creations.
“Sure. I’m… making a set of jewels for a customer… a custom order. It’s an elaborate necklace and earring set.” She explained, gesturing at the huge carnelian she was in essence chopping up into thick slices. “He wants it made from this which is sentimental to him.
“I have the metal part all laid out and stones set….” She gestured to the half-finished pieces on another work bench. “But I need to cut some of this red stone. Its carnelian; a type of red brilliantly clear chalcedony that I’m going to cut to mimic flower petals. The cuts are called Navette or Marquis… a sort of eye shaped cut.” Kelski explained as she worked, listening quietly as Dess pulled up a stool.
The man was quiet, watchful, and not a chattering sort. But his brilliant blue eyes missed little. Dess had been like a ghost in her life, quietly wandering around her home, unsure of himself and his place. He was slow, ever so slow, to come out of his shell.