Rosetta's Glass Shop

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The dark-haired glass smith dusted off her hands with an accomplished expression on her face as she looked around the shop. She was dressed in her usual wherhide trousers and tucked in tunic. Usually she would have gone with a plain tunic without dye, but today she had decided on a red one to celebrate the opening of her shop, her journeyman rank knots proudly displayed. It had been a long road to get here, a longer road than one her age would usually have to endure, but it had all come to this.

Delicate glass bottles, lenses for goggles, mirrors, drink ware, plates, bowls, and everything else useful you could imagine lined shelves and walls of all but the front of the shop. The front held a large window that lit up dozens of glass figures, mostly the dragon eggs she was 'famous' for, naturally on table just in front of it. Hanging from the ceiling all over the store were even more figures of dragons and gliders and firelizards swooping around her store with Magic's little creations hanging in between. She'd even managed to convince the Lord Holder to allow a window in the roof of the small building under the stipulation that it have a slab of slate over it when she wasn't open or if thread happened to fall. The effect was brilliant as the many multi-hued pieces cast colored lights all over the store.

Rosetta sighed, she wished her parents could be here to see this... Magic chirped at her from the back of the store as he caught the morose emotion from his bonded. E'rra, who had helped her unpack and was now folding up the cloths used to package her wares looked up. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized her carefully.

"Don't."

"Don't what?" She crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly.

"Don't ruin it for yourself, they wouldn't want that," and with that he was back to folding cloths.

Rosetta rolled her eyes and reached back to tie her hair out of her face with a bit of ribbon, "Yes MOM," and she flipped put the sign outside declaring them open before heading back behind the counter to work on some of the orders from the Gather.

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Above the hold a small burgundy dragon bugled a greeting before he began to descend and then land. Upon landing his rider dismounted rather promptly and pulled back her riding goggles, letting them rest upon her head. Letting out a small sigh the woman glanced around, her brown eyes seeming to be in search of something. Noticing a black dragon nearby the rider gave a respectful bow while her dragon dipped his head. Without saying anything else the youthful looking woman strode off to the hold proper to continue her search.

Amityth merely rumbled humorously and laid down to rest. His multifaceted eyes were still watching, keeping an eye out for anything that might be important to inform his rider of. Realizing that his rider had not introduced herself to the black dragon, Amityth did the honors instead.

Apologies for my rider, she is in a hurry to see a shop that she heard would be opening today. I am Amityth and my rider is Kulma. Nice to meet you.

Meanwhile Kulma had spotted what she was looking for. Her eyes widened as she admired the figures from outside the window. She had heard of this place thanks to folk showing off their beautiful decorative eggs. Ever since she laid eyes upon them the burgundy rider knew that she had to meet the crafter who created such stunning pieces of art. Kulma herself had never had much skill as far as artistic things, but that certainly did not stop her from admiring.

Turning her attention to the sign only helped emphasize that indeed she had found the right place. With a confident smile the twenty-six turn old decided to enter the shop. Not many things in life had overwhelmed Kulma by their beauty, but this was one of the exceptions. Looking above the rider found herself transfixed by the hanging figurines of firelizards, dragons, and even gliders. The burgundy rider’s mouth dropped open as she was too flabbergasted to say anything.

It must be splendid. You should complement the crafter. The voice of Amityth snapped Kulma’s attention back.

Walking carefully over to the counter the short woman was smiling from ear to ear.

“Did you make all of these?” Kulma asked incrediously.

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The bugle sounding through the air caused Rosetta's head to tilt with curiosity as she set down the glass rod she'd been heating in her furnace. Magic who had been blasting some scraps with his own fire also looked up from what he was doing. The glasscrafter turned to E'rra to ask who it was but his eyes were already glazed over.

Novath?

Amityth, His is called Kulma. Transfers like us.

Like everyone you mean.

There was a mental shrug towards E'rra from the dragon before he answered the Burgundy I am Novath and Mine is called E'rra. No offense was taken. He could, however, do without all of this lazing about in the sun all day. Didn't His know that they had training to attend to?

E'rra rolled his eyes, catching the feelings before he answered Rosetta, "Burgundy Amityth and his rider Kulma. They transferred to Crescent like the rest of us." He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. Unlike his dragon he was quite enjoying the day of rest, it was nice to not be flightsore for once.

Rosetta nodded at his response and began to pick up the rod again just as the door opened and a girl only slightly shorter than Rosetta herself walked in... and then stopped dead in her tracks. A smile graced Rosetta's lips as she saw the look of wonder on the girl's face. Her goggles clearly identified her as a rider, even if her dragon's bugle and E'rra's warning hadn't warned her that one was in the Hold. She hadn't been expecting her to come here of course... That was a pleasant surprise.

The girl seemed to regain her composure and approached the counter, "Yes I did," she removed her work gloves and pushed a lock of hair that had escaped her tie back behind her ear, "You must be Kulma, your dragon announced you." She jerked her head back to E'rra who had stood and walked over to greet the rider as well.

"E'rra, rider of Novath. This is-"

Rosetta cut him off, "This is Rosetta, Journeyman Glass Smith. The Blackrider seems to forget I can speak for myself," she glared and he held up his hands by way of defense and backed up. Magic chirped from his work area and Rosetta smiled, "And that would be Magic. He makes those." She pointed up at the glass pendants hanging from the ceiling in all sorts of abstract colors and shapes. It was obviously all very random and what melted into the firelizards works was what stayed.