As it happened, Alys had heard the very same rumors as Tal, and she'd been intending to commission the very same silversmith for herself. She had warred with herself over whether she wanted to go to this rumored party or not, but ever since her conversation with Tal, she'd given the gods a lot of thought. Besides, she knew people now, people who she'd very much like to see in a social setting. It might be fun to go to a party.
So when she received Tal's message, she had been more than happy to accept. The restaurant he'd identified for lunch was close to the smith's shop, and she planned to stop by after they'd finished eating. She arrived at the restaurant, but there was no sign of Tal; she looked around idly as she waited, only to catch sight of her friend at the smith's shop. With a grin, she wandered over to look over his shoulder.
"Who knew you were such an artist?" she teased. In truth, the drawings weren't bad; she could see what he wanted beginning to take shape on the paper. "Standing me up for lunch, are you?"
So when she received Tal's message, she had been more than happy to accept. The restaurant he'd identified for lunch was close to the smith's shop, and she planned to stop by after they'd finished eating. She arrived at the restaurant, but there was no sign of Tal; she looked around idly as she waited, only to catch sight of her friend at the smith's shop. With a grin, she wandered over to look over his shoulder.
"Who knew you were such an artist?" she teased. In truth, the drawings weren't bad; she could see what he wanted beginning to take shape on the paper. "Standing me up for lunch, are you?"
Alys
