She was like the moon

The Glazier was sure to pass a smile off to the King of the Basin as well as the healer helping as she made room for Lena. She explained it was a marvelous idea and Glasgow had to agree. The dome would be perfect, enough to rain to not well up and get stuck, molding to the fine craftsmanship. It would be perfect for those harsh winters, keeping the snow from gathering too heavily and giving it just enough to a distance to slide off. However, when the bay mare entered the bare structure with her, she agreed further. With that in mind, and regardless if Lena chose to stay in the greenhouse, the Glazier returned to work.

She conjured the mists around her form, creating the liquid glass that she had previously used. But for the roof, she chose to make it thicker – using her own glassy eyes to direct the glass as it shaped and maneuvered around the edges of each wall, smoothly lining it over and over again as it moved further into the sky. A dome shape began to appear, and Glasgow was already feeling the excitement welling within her chest despite the chill that sat within her bones. It was going to be perfect – and Glasgow might have been even a little jealous. She wondered as she worked if she would be able to return to the far North to see how her work stood up – regardless if she was still a Glazier or not. She enjoyed her creations thus far, seeing all the good that would come of them. And so she continued.

Finally, it hadn’t taken too long to get the rest of the dome complete. She went once over the edges for stability, creating another line across them to make sure that the roof would be strong and sturdy to hold strong against Helovia’s rampant weather patterns. And when she had finished, she was simply beaming at the product. She looked up at the dome, glassy orbs surveying all her work and the sheer beauty that lied within the entire glass capsule. Yes, it would be perfect for a greenhouse. It would be perfect for nearly anything, and she couldn’t have been happier. “All finished! Perhaps for the door your crafters could come up with something to enclose it?” She mused thoughtfully. “I do hope it works to your liking. I’ve never made a greenhouse before.” She admitted, if not a bit sheepishly – letting her gaze fall along all those that have joined – even if they couldn’t hear her muffled words from inside the structure.

"Talk."

part of her—

was always hidden away.

Glasgow