Timestamp: 80th of Summer, 519 A.V.
The Kelvic loved sitting at her jewelry bench. She loved it for multiple reasons, but one of the best reasons was that it gave her time to get to know herself. It sounded strange, but sometimes with all the changes around her, Kelski felt utterly alone and as if she were a stranger in her own life. Time at the bench doing the work she loved and was good at helped her tremendously. Creating things, beautiful and almost timeless things that would last brought her joy. And today she had multiple orders that would take multiple techniques, some of which she didn’t do often and needed a refresher.
There were two Lia’s for two different Svefra pods out in Matthews Bay that had ordered items for each other. They were closely tied, both by blood and by friendship. And what each of them had said was to ‘think of something’ to give the other that the other would love. Kelski didn’t know either of them well, but they were on her beach enough and the Meraki were hosting them frequently enough she had been able to ask discrete questions and get some idea of what they loved. One Lia, Benali, loved butterflies and jewelry. The other Lia, Calina, had just recently lost a pet lizard – some tropical species that Kelski hadn’t recognized – and Benali had wanted Kelski to make one out of silver in the form of a lapel pin that would glitter like the lizard had in life. Benali had a beautiful neck, exquisitely long and curving that Kelski thought would be perfect for a sort of stylized butterfly wing necklace.
Thinking about the projects, Kelski sat down at her work table, got out her sketchbook, and began sketching. The lizard was one she’d saw on multiple occasions, so she had some idea of how to do it. And because Benali was going to pay generously, Kelski could afford to make it in silver almost life sized. Calina hadn’t skimped on the fee either, so that meant her necklace for Benali could be large and prominent. The only thing was, neither woman wanted gemstones. That was a hard one for a jeweler who liked to encrust everything with gems. Instead, each had said the other one loved color, but for the ease of travel and lightness and indeed for the longevity they had wondered if they could get their orders enameled. Both women, it seemed, had similar tastes.
Kelski pulled one of her old notebooks from a shelf as she drew, and refamiliarized herself with enamel techniques. She rarely did enamel, but being a Master now, if she was going to do the work, she was going to indeed make it look exquisite.
Jewelers had enameled for ages. It was, indeed, one of the oldest techniques because it meant jewelers could be jewelers without gemstones. One used enamel to add color to metal that was long lasting and durable. All a jeweler had to do was paint on the enamel – which was a mixture of tiny crushed glass and adhesive – then heat the mixture with indirect heat via a torch or enameling kiln and that caused the glass to melt and completely and expertly coat the metal in a uniform and beautiful way.