She was like the moon

It hadn’t really taken a long time to get the walls in order. She had a picture in mind and she worked with it, sculpting and crafting within the Basin’s icy borders. Within the mountainous landscapes that reminded her so much of the places she had visited back home when she was a diplomat. It soothed her nerves, nearly made the Glazier forget about all her scars and broken bits and pieces. A small sigh passed through her lips as she turned her attention to an oncoming group. A lovely looking bay mare and her companion – at least that’s what Glasgow assumed. She smiled to the mare as she spoke of the magnificence that the magic or the greenhouse showed. Dipping her head lightly, the Glazier murmured a gentle “Thank you.” Then, turning her head to the back of the greenhouse and the entrance, she figured they were small enough to be able to do both sides. They were just about medium in comparison to the two long sides.

When the mare asked if she could help, Glasgow only smiled and nodded to her. “Directions would be great. How would you like the roof to be?” She questioned in preparation as she turned her sights to the back wall. Stepping carefully over to it, she let the cold envelop her bones once again creating the liquid that came from the condensed mists.  She moved this to the bottom, creating the first line of the glass before lining it over and over again as it began to take shape. This wall was far smaller and much quicker to do to her enjoyment. It was a nice change of pace. When she had finished making the correct height of the wall, she sealed all the edges for stability and allowed it to cool as she looked to the entrance. This one would also be the same size as the last wall she did – small but easier especially since it contained nearly half the wall missing for an opening.

She moved her body with the mists enveloping her to the opposite side, beginning to repeat the process. Starting at the bottom and layering it over and over, leaving a large hole in it for easy access. She sealed the edges of the opening as well as sealed the walls that connected to it. Then turning her gaze up to the sky, she figured a slightly curved roof would do just fine to cover the rest of the greenhouse and make it appear as though a solid glass capsule. She turned her gaze back to the kind bay mare from within the soon to be ready greenhouse with a gentle smile. “For the roof I was thinking maybe something domed/curved? Might help with the direction of light? Come in and see.” She invited, stepping further into the greenhouse and making room for the mare from the opening to come inside and see the work.

"Talk."

part of her—

was always hidden away.

Glasgow