Tal wrinkled his nose at Alys's giggle, but though he clearly wanted to stick his tongue out at her he refrained while under the impatient scrutiny of the smith, who didn't seem like the type to appreciate antics or shenanigans. Instead he shifted over a bit to make room for Alys to join him and leaned companionably against her shoulder as she pulled out her journal. He shamelessly peered over her petite shoulder, but he didn't need to bother - she was willing to show him the design she'd come up with and he whistled in appreciation.
"Not bad," he admitted. "Simple, but pretty!" His own design for a wrought iron brooch with rubies winking from the black metal setting; a heavy piece with the rubies adding a blunt, almost pugnacious ornamental flash.
The smith leaned over to examine the picture and grunted something that might have been approval. "I'll need a measurement for the finger you want it on." Which was as good as an agreement to take the commission on.
"Not bad," he admitted. "Simple, but pretty!" His own design for a wrought iron brooch with rubies winking from the black metal setting; a heavy piece with the rubies adding a blunt, almost pugnacious ornamental flash.
The smith leaned over to examine the picture and grunted something that might have been approval. "I'll need a measurement for the finger you want it on." Which was as good as an agreement to take the commission on.
