Alys giggled as Tal jumped, surprising even herself. It seemed that her friend drew out her inner child; she always found herself laughing and smiling around him, where others only ever saw a straight face. "I see how it is," she teased, leaning on the counter beside him to watch with curiosity as he put the finishing touches on his design.
The smith - a tall woman with dark hair and blue eyes - turned her gaze to Alys next. "Actually, I was planning to come by after lunch, but since I'm here..." The young woman fished in her bag for her journal, which she pulled out and opened to a marked page. She showed a design for a ring to the smith. "This in silver, with obsidian as the center stone," she murmured, tracing along the drawn lines with a finger. "What do you think?" she asked, her question open to the smith and to Tal alike.
The smith - a tall woman with dark hair and blue eyes - turned her gaze to Alys next. "Actually, I was planning to come by after lunch, but since I'm here..." The young woman fished in her bag for her journal, which she pulled out and opened to a marked page. She showed a design for a ring to the smith. "This in silver, with obsidian as the center stone," she murmured, tracing along the drawn lines with a finger. "What do you think?" she asked, her question open to the smith and to Tal alike.
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