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06-29-2016, 12:55 AM
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Days passed. And with each day, Glasgow spent her determination and frustrations bleed into her work. She consistently embraced the chill in her bones, the creaking ice that enveloped her, all with the goal of creating something smooth. It hadn’t taken long for her to be able to actually get the glass to work how she wanted it to, of course with the help of the various designs and tasks her fellow herd mates had asked of her. It was still something she was trying to get used to despite how much she was using it. Her mind constantly trying to push away the feeling, emotional scarring from when the darkness of her homeland took over her mind. But after seeing what kind of beauty and intricate designs she could create with this sort of magic - it became easier. And so the Glazier made her way to her favorite tree - the one that overlooked the cliffs as the waters below crashed and pulled, grasping at the rocky beaches beneath her. The birds chirped in the trees behind her as the clouds cast over what would have been a beautifully blue sky. There was a storm moving in, she could feel the shift in the winds and the threatening, looming dark skies that promised rain. It didn’t dwell on her, though. She spent so much time full of sadness and isolation, that having a job to do made it easier to put that past her. Now she was forced to do something instead of wallow in self pity. Of course, it wasn’t that she was being forced to do it, it was completely in her mind. She refused to be useless. Even her King thought she could do something better than what she had been, and with that alone, the scarred Glazier wouldn’t let him down. Glasgow made herself comfortable beneath her tree, flashing a glassy gaze over the cliff’s edge before closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. As she exhaled, her eyes opened - letting the chill of her magic grow within her. It iced over every vein, made its way into every crevice, before she was able to maneuver the mists to her will. It formed and moved, slithering as liquid as she shaped it with a combination of her mind and her eyes, directing it and making sure it was exactly what she wanted out of it. It slid through the air as Glasgow sculpted what she wanted from it, at first making a cylindrical base and adding more and more to the walls, making a kind of cup shape. When she reached the top of where she felt it was tall enough, she indented it a small amount so that way if it were to fall over, everything wouldn’t fall out. It was for the healers after all! When she had finished the first jar, she smiled down at it with a content sigh escaping her scarred scarlet lips. Then, with everything how she wanted it from the first one, she continued to make more and more, until a total of five small jars were complete. She breathed easy, then, feeling the magic seep out of her body and back into the stormy skies above. And so she stood, under her tree, admiring the work she had done. |
Glasgow made 5 small glass jars for the healers!!
@Alysanne if you wanna pop in or not! Open for everyone else as well! :)
