22.Jan.12, 09:57 PM
"I've heard many such stories from the other candidates," Allendris answered her quietly, carefully observing the change of expression on the young woman's face, and taking note the clear tone of her voice despite the fact that she had obviously consumed a great deal of wine if she had been in sole possession of that bottle for the entire time she had been drinking. Privately he concluded that she wasn't drunk, so the source of her distress could not be from intoxication alone.
He also knew, however, when it was still too soon to ask - indeed, at the moment it seemed she was so chatty on other subjects that he doubted he may hear the story of her troubles at all. Not that he particularly minded. He did not fancy himself especially skilled at giving advice, so if the topics of their respective kidnappings and crafts were what she wanted to talk about, he was willing to indulge her. He smiled slightly at the sudden chirp in her voice, though he found the subject of his work unexpectedly difficult to talk about - the smile faded as he spoke. He couldn't craft here, not yet, and it made him feel very out of his element to be so uniquely useless. "Both. I specialized in decorative applications - beads and sculptures and the like - but I assume once we can get the materials for me to work with here at Katila it will be back to plain wineglasses and window panes with me."
"It's apprentice work," the journeyman added by means of explanation, and despite himself he couldn't keep the slight note of bitterness out of his voice. Though even he had to grudgingly admit that a single man fashioning an entire window-sized pane out of crude, likely stolen or makeshift equipment would be a master-level feat... he still obviously did not look forward to it.
He also knew, however, when it was still too soon to ask - indeed, at the moment it seemed she was so chatty on other subjects that he doubted he may hear the story of her troubles at all. Not that he particularly minded. He did not fancy himself especially skilled at giving advice, so if the topics of their respective kidnappings and crafts were what she wanted to talk about, he was willing to indulge her. He smiled slightly at the sudden chirp in her voice, though he found the subject of his work unexpectedly difficult to talk about - the smile faded as he spoke. He couldn't craft here, not yet, and it made him feel very out of his element to be so uniquely useless. "Both. I specialized in decorative applications - beads and sculptures and the like - but I assume once we can get the materials for me to work with here at Katila it will be back to plain wineglasses and window panes with me."
"It's apprentice work," the journeyman added by means of explanation, and despite himself he couldn't keep the slight note of bitterness out of his voice. Though even he had to grudgingly admit that a single man fashioning an entire window-sized pane out of crude, likely stolen or makeshift equipment would be a master-level feat... he still obviously did not look forward to it.
Bronze Weyrling Vyaniorth