- May 31, 2011
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(Ohh.... why not)
"Jen.... the red is getting low," Riodus commented, blue eyes still focused on the red-hot globe of glass he was slowly rolling across a marble table. The slab was nowhere nearly as large as it should be for even medium pieces, but it worked well enough. Just took a bit more finesse. It had seen a lot of work, as evidence by the blackened trail across it. A wooden cane was settled against the side of the table, simple and functional. He didn't lean against the table, legs braced apart and hands still steady, in spite of what looked to be increasing years. No youngster, there was experience in every scar, every callous earned by a story. Dark hair that had once been completely black - and was now more salt than pepper- was trimmed to the nape of his neck, brushing across his forehead. With the growing warmth of the day, more than a little of it was becoming wet with sweat.
The weasel stood up on her hind legs, peering into a clay basin half filled with powdered glass. Not like she didn't trust him, she just liked to double check before she went scampering off. She was far from lazy, she just preferred to do work if she had to, and on her own terms. She hopped up and twisted about, mid-motion, before winding her way up a thick rope back into the building. The building's stone did a nice job of keeping out the heat, especially in the summer when the furnace and the sun made it nearly unbearable, but it was still nicer to be outside with the breeze. She was happy she had finally convinced him to build a canopy out into the market. Better for business, far less stuffy. Jenai snatched a pane of broken red glass from a shelf and carefully bore it back outside to the basin before dropping it in. Now, for her favorite part. She snagged the nearby rock and went to work, pulverizing the small shard into powder. Broken glass might seem worthless, but not so. Even shattered, it could be remade into something beautiful.
"Thank you." Riodus raised the end of the pipe to his lips and gave a gentle, steady blow, always turning the bulb of glass at the end. Of course, being outside meant he also heard a lot more. For one, he was hearing the ladies across the way hawking pies, and his stomach was regularly reminding him that he had skipped breakfast entirely, and he was in danger of having forsaken lunch too.
"Jen.... the red is getting low," Riodus commented, blue eyes still focused on the red-hot globe of glass he was slowly rolling across a marble table. The slab was nowhere nearly as large as it should be for even medium pieces, but it worked well enough. Just took a bit more finesse. It had seen a lot of work, as evidence by the blackened trail across it. A wooden cane was settled against the side of the table, simple and functional. He didn't lean against the table, legs braced apart and hands still steady, in spite of what looked to be increasing years. No youngster, there was experience in every scar, every callous earned by a story. Dark hair that had once been completely black - and was now more salt than pepper- was trimmed to the nape of his neck, brushing across his forehead. With the growing warmth of the day, more than a little of it was becoming wet with sweat.
The weasel stood up on her hind legs, peering into a clay basin half filled with powdered glass. Not like she didn't trust him, she just liked to double check before she went scampering off. She was far from lazy, she just preferred to do work if she had to, and on her own terms. She hopped up and twisted about, mid-motion, before winding her way up a thick rope back into the building. The building's stone did a nice job of keeping out the heat, especially in the summer when the furnace and the sun made it nearly unbearable, but it was still nicer to be outside with the breeze. She was happy she had finally convinced him to build a canopy out into the market. Better for business, far less stuffy. Jenai snatched a pane of broken red glass from a shelf and carefully bore it back outside to the basin before dropping it in. Now, for her favorite part. She snagged the nearby rock and went to work, pulverizing the small shard into powder. Broken glass might seem worthless, but not so. Even shattered, it could be remade into something beautiful.
"Thank you." Riodus raised the end of the pipe to his lips and gave a gentle, steady blow, always turning the bulb of glass at the end. Of course, being outside meant he also heard a lot more. For one, he was hearing the ladies across the way hawking pies, and his stomach was regularly reminding him that he had skipped breakfast entirely, and he was in danger of having forsaken lunch too.
)Kim looked at him"hi Josh."
