Corvin followed Na’Leigh back to the shop, keeping the silence to let her mind wander as it so wished. He hoped that she had understood his message, but judging by the stormy pace she was trudging through the snow, she was irritated. He glanced back only briefly before turning the street corner. The boy, Reir, was playing with the glass elephant in the snow with the heavy coat wrapped tightly around his little body. Other children had gathered to see his new figurine and ask where he got it. The boy held tightly to his new belonging, but held it out for all to see and admire. His fragile smile lit up his dirtied face. Na’Leigh loved rock climbing, but glassblowing seemed to be her release. He pondered this for a brief moment as the two walked in silence. As they approached the door, he reached out before her to swing it open and usher her inside. Shutting it firmly behind him, he pulled a stool to the hearth and motioned for her to sit while he pulled a thick, cotton towel from the storage closet in the corner. He handed it to her so that she may dry off or wrap it around her body as she so pleased. He pulled a second stool up beside her and took his seat to warm up. ”So how did giving the boy the figurine make you feel? It always makes me feel exhilarated to present something of my labor and see their happiness. As I explained before we left, it feels good to know that I worked hard and put my everything into creating something that makes other people happy. It’s how I make a difference in Wind Reach. I’m making a difference with my passion. That little boy will treasure that elephant, his one possession, because of you. He will show it off and tell everyone who asks that the glassblower’s apprentice made it just for him, and that you made a special visit out just to present it to him. It’s a shining ray of light in his life now, and instead of sitting next to that wall in the freezing snow, he’s up running around and playing with the other children. Your act of kindness probably saved him from his inner demons. Or at least, for the time being. And you may say that you didn’t do it, that I did it, and used you to carry the deed out. Well, no, you could have refused. I still would have given it to him and told him that you made it. Either way, the boy would have been grateful.” Corvin stood and moved across the room. He pulled a small jar of tea leaves out and retrieved a kettle from the storage closet. ”Tea, Na’Leigh? It’s perfect weather for some hot tea, I think.” |