Private Tales The Stars, the Stars, the Stars

[Faye Valimir]

He lifted one hand to his neck. Talorgan ran a finger under his collar, trying to loosen it just a little without making it untidy.

He took the offered mask. Tal held it delicately as he turned it around slowly. The light, soft as it was, showed the purity of the glass. He wondered how exciting it might be to strike out on your own and try to start a business. It seemed slightly intimidating now he thought about it.

"If you're here to make connections, I'll try to release you back into the wild before long," he said. Talorgan looked over her slender shoulder towards the party through the doors. She seemed slightly taller than he remembered.

"Different material to make glass? I'm not sure what I'd look for. Metals to colour it?"

"Oh, gods no." Faye laughed, giving him an incredulous look. "No, you are far better company than those types."

A hard worker. Someone unafraid of getting dirty and doing the long yards. That dedication made her like him in the first place. Resonate with him.

"I am not asking you to find materials to make glass." She was outright laughing at him now, but her face showed it was all in jest. "Materials I can incorporate into my designs. Nice rocks and certain flora that does not burn would suffice. Rare, although... crystals and gemstones are easy enough to work with. I also do not expect you to go out of your way... it was more an offer and excuse to get out of the city instead of attending these stifling events."

It was a kind gesture. An offering hand. She knew Talorgan wasn't one to accept it so easily, and before he could deny anything, she pressed on.

"Or," she emphasised, keeping her grey eyes on him as her lips curled into a sly smile, "you can visit me in the workshop. I can show you how I work with glass and the dragon scales."

Not many had that privilege of getting such a tour of her space. It usually was just herself and her dragon at work, but Faye knew Talorgan had something about him that would appreciate the craft.

 

[Talorgan]

"I am not asking you to find materials to make glass." She was outright laughing at him now, but her face showed it was all in jest.

"Oh," went Tal. He smiled, even as he looked slightly sheepish.

It was more of a friendly business arrangement, he realised as she explained more. He would have a financial reason to be exploring the wilds. He could document his findings along the way and try to publish his book.

Clearly the study of jarlax wasn't going to be copied. The other houses - which was most of the people who could read - might enjoy something less controversial about crystals and gems and flora.

"Or," she emphasised, keeping her grey eyes on him as her lips curled into a sly smile, "you can visit me in the workshop. I can show you how I work with glass and the dragon scales."

Talorgan canted his head to one side.

"I've never seen glass being worked," he said quickly.

"Does it have to be or?" he asked. "I think we could come to an arrangement about materials but I'd would love to see the workshop!"

 

[Faye Valimir]

She gave him a wry smile before reaching for where she put down her glass. Bringing the rim to her lips, she took a slow sip of it's contents as she contemplated.

"Alright. That seems a fair trade. You are not afraid of things getting hot? I do work with dragon fire and would hope you are not afraid of it." She placed her glass down again on the paved ground, her movements slow and purposeful. "You can stand at a comfortable distance if you prefer."

Always giving him a way out.

Faye had an underlying feeling to always give that chance. How many times had she felt as if she could not leave a situation?