Recent content by Faye Valimir

Faye doubted they would finish a project for him to take home as a souvenir, but then came the thought that perhaps his life was not one that would suit to carrying a trinket so fragile. Talorgan, she came to know, was someone that preferred to be out in the wilds and without all the finery...

Faye could not stifle the laughter his admission had elicited. Even the dragon let out a noise that sounded like amusement. Eyes bright, she looked to Talorgan with a grin. "As I mentioned earlier, dragons are trained. The smithy would use more dragon fire than that of glassblowing." A glass...

"Yes... you are right. Wait a moment... take a seat right there." She lit a lantern by a chair before moving to light every sconce and candle. Faye pointed to the large and plush armchair as she crossed to a closed door. A key was produced to unlock it, and for a minute, she jad disappeared into...

"It is simple, really." Faye crossed to the double doors, pulling them open and showing the dimness within. "You train a dragon." The workshop was in fact large enough to house a smaller dragon, and from the mezzanine level, a light clicking coo sounded. Faye motioned for Talorgan to follow...

Faye's laugh bounced around the walls as she led him towards the workshop. "You have the wylds, Talorgan, and I have my workshop. You made sure I stayed alive, and I promise to do the same for you here." She paused in front of a large door, one that lead them out into the courtyard at the rear...

Pleased with his curiosity, she broke away from his side and beckoned him to follow. Crossing the street to where her home was situated, Faye's dress seemed to ripple against the wind that found it's way through the Palace District. Her glass made mask dangled from it's ribbons, wound around...

She laughed again, her eyes forward as they rounded a corner that would lead them into the Palace District. Her home was on the fringes of such finery, for her art and her generous aunt that insisted she house herself here for better security and rent one of the many homes of her husband's, the...

Faye gave a delicate snort. "Ten silvers that you will inevitably flinch from dragon fire. Fifteen that you will burn a finger... hmm... Five gold that you will lose your breath." She grinned at him, pleasantly pleased to make such bets at his expense. For the Glassblower was happy to show...

His words made her smile. "And that is the sort of person worth learning from." It had been her father that insisted he teach her, even though he found it difficult to form a structure to teach. It had been Faye that reassured him she will be able to learn if he spoke about why he did what he...

Faye had to chuckle, throwing him a look that looked as if she were halfway wishing to strangle him or to perpetually shake her head at him. Nonetheless, he elicited a smile from her. Hard not to, not when the idea of him getting drunk with artists was a form of rebellion to his family. She...

"You would have seen my father selling his works if you were in attendance two years ago. It was his last... before sickness got him and he passed that winter." Despite the time that had passed, and she felt a peace in his absence, Faye still held grief in her words. It was there in the...

With ease, she looped her arm through his and led him back indoors. With expert manoeuvring, she worked them through the crowds without being seen. Faye did not speak until they were out the front of the entryway. "Do not speak to anyone that lingers on the outskirts of a party, and you will...

Faye scoffed, staring at Talorgan as if he had such cheek to say that. She lifted a finger and wagged it slowly with chastisement. "Oh, we shall see if you can indeed make Valimir worthy pieces, my friend." She could hear the music swelling from the ballroom they had vacated. Her eyes lifted...

"Are you... interested?" The question posed was careful. Her expression was left unguarded, soft and hesitant before him. Their friendship was new, and already she was peering from behind her defenses. "If you are, I would love to show you how it all works... but if you are not, that is also...

Faye grinned at her friend. "Oh, you will know." She teased lightly. "Perhaps one day I can teach you a trick or two and see how well you take to the art. I should look for an apprentice, as I was my father's from a young age until I became confident enough to work with dragon fire." The grin...