22.Jan.12, 11:27 PM
Lymsleia's eye flickered and flaired at the mention of decorative glass, the young woman seemed very excited. "So you can make pretty peices." she rotates the bottle of wine of the fire a moment before putting it in the dirt. "Glass is made by heating sand right?" she asks. "Wouldn't it be possible to get some from a beach or something?" she tried to stifle a yawn.
"Cleaning a babe after its born in apprentice work, as is heating water, but its nessacery for survival of the child." she speaks firmly. Her eyes seem to get a flicker of life in them again. "So what are you looking foreward too? The Mother dragon has flown, and there apparently will be offspring.."
"Cleaning a babe after its born in apprentice work, as is heating water, but its nessacery for survival of the child." she speaks firmly. Her eyes seem to get a flicker of life in them again. "So what are you looking foreward too? The Mother dragon has flown, and there apparently will be offspring.."