It was a chance glimmer that drew Leeka's attention from her divergent wandering to an even more curious object in the distance. Against the dying light to her the object was like the opening of a maw made from a sort of skin she had no name for that would flutter in the wind just the same as a strand of hair, making it even stranger to her. Inside it harbored a clear structure that glinted with colors, much like a water's reflective surface though instead of a flowing form the figure was solid. The word for it was glass, Leeka recalled, the beautiful, mysterious and exclusive material that the Crafters of the Edge were famous for in Helovia. In Eoroleen, the substance would have be called lightnings tear and was so rare it was considered mythical, traveler's gossip, and yet was deeply admired whenever a shard could be found in a bed of sand. It was with this same material that the now ruined wall of the World's Edge was made from as well, a monument that, even defiled as it was, still marveled her daydreams. As such, Leeka had an admiration for the Crafters of the Edge and wished to know more about glass and the nature of crafting, as they called it. Magic was in her blood after all, only still slumbering, who was to say it was not in her power to manipulate the lightnings tear?

The Helovian Gods perhaps. At that Leeka gave an indignant snort, scoffing at the mere thought of anything hindering her awakening, especially from something she did not believe in. Kahlua had mentioned to her in there first meeting about the Gods granting natives their strange powers. Leeka may be a member of the World's Edge now but she was no convert to this...religion of Helovia. In Eoroleen, their was no worship or omniscient beings; there was just the world and the natural cycle, at least in her lifetime, but as everyday proved Helovia was a far away world governed by much different ways and otherworldly forces. It was much to get used to in so little time and day by day she was coming into its influence. This island was a perfect example. Celebrations were being made in the Moon God's honor this very evening by Queen Kahlua and it was from that party that she had wandered away from, not feeling quite comfortable enough to celebrate something she didn't understand and thankfully wasn't being forced upon her. Usually straying away from the band wouldn't be something she would do before, but Kahlua had stated this place was a sanctuary were all things were neutral. It was a place of the Gods, whatever that meant, and the freedom of choice was too tempting not to take advantage of.

Nearing the galley of raised skin-caves Leeka realized she wasn't the only one who had taken notice as a loose band assembled by the moon-marked one that held all of the glass creations. Surprised, Leeka slowed some distance away, choosing to take her time and listen as chatter exchanged between the crowd, learning a few here-and-there facts. Some of the gathered apparently knew one another and the title of Mason caused a perk to the young mare's ears. That could prove useful to know later on. As she entered what could be considered the involved bubble space a mischievous natured grin grew on Leeka's maw in reply to Rei's last statement. " And I was just considering the worth of tattle-tailing. Darn, guess I'll have to keep it a secret now, considering it's a complement that you wished to see the work of the Edge before your own." She meant it in good humor and let loose a lighthearted chuckle of her own to add to the air. " To be fair, I've never seen work like it before either, but now I can share in the wonder."

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Leeka will want a semi-transparent glass necklace with mint tinted tassels, it'll probably be a medium item and it'll look like so -----> rough ref