[Wind Reach] The Glass Reverie

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[Wind Reach] The Glass Reverie

Postby Gossamer on May 23rd, 2010, 10:03 pm



Normally, all Avora stuck together. As nice and supportive as this sounds, it is usually true whether or not the individuals actually want to be around the other or not. The Craft Gallery was the heart of the Avora, their work place. The rooms that branched off the main corridor of the gallery supplied the workman caste with almost everything they need in one convenient, sometimes crowded, place. There was one exception, however.

The Glass Reverie was the 'secret getaway' for the Glassblowers. For whatever reason, their workspace was set apart from the rest of the Craft gallery. Perhaps it was built before or after the rest of the workshops or perhaps the rest of the Avora complained of the heat and smell. The real truth was, the glassworkers needed a place with ventilation. And that is where the Glass Reverie came in.

Along the same side of the mountain as the rest of the Craft Gallery, the Reverie was open to the air. Large windows dotted the far edge of the room, but were covered most of the time and only opened fully in dire emergencies as large amounts of oxygen on a seriously hot fire was never a good idea. But the option was there. The windows were large enough for a Wind Eagle to fly into, with enough room on the ledge for them to land. In theory this was built intentionally as a fire escape; the birds being the workers way to safety. However, this has yet to be tested as caution is practically beaten into the heads of every apprentice, journeyman, master and visitor of the Reverie.

Most of the room was taken up with huge Batch Ovens. Four of them, to be exact, right in the middle of the room. Their mouths all pointed in a different direction, positioned in a circle as to give everyone working at an oven adequate space. The workspace was rather large towards the front, but actually doubled in size as one made their way towards the back. It was along the back wall that the rest of the ovens needed in glassworking were found: The Drum Oven and the Annealer. Marble tables were placed along another wall, called Marvels, with a full barrel of water on each end of these tables. Cabinets of tools were located above each Marvel, open in the front for easy access to one holding extremely hot pieces of glass. The Benches and the Garage were located on the opposite wall of the Marvels, a couple of Break Boxes spaced evenly in between. Waste barrels for the proper disposal of broken materials were settled into convenient, out of the way corners.

As for the tools available, the Reverie had everything an aspiring or master glassworker would need. The more skilled pieces required different tools than something a beginning glassworker would try their hand at. The Avora would then simply have to ask permission to use the delicate or dangerous tools. They simply weren't left lying around. In some cases, Avora would prefer to have their own tools. These were kept in another set of cabinets near the entrance to the Reverie. These had doors on the front, and inside were cubbys with an Avora's label underneath. One would have to trust their fellow glassblowers not to borrow without asking, or damage ones property.

Everything was kept neat and orderly. In fact, most of the tables and ovens looked repetitious, all looking generally the same with only slight differences that an unskilled eye might not even notice. Were anyone to step in and watch a glassblower at work, it all looked very easy and fun. Who didn't like to melt things in fire?

How wrong they were.

Nevin was a huge, buff, brutally strong man with dark mahogany-red hair and a voice so deep it settled in your bones. He didn't shout commands or yell orders. He spoke them in a normal, almost conversational tone, and despite this tone, everyone jumped to obey the Master Glassworker. He didn't scowl or puff himself up with crossed arms and a cross expression. No, his chiseled features were set in a neutral, if not friendly expression. His hands were always busy, the muscles in his arms seeming to ripple whenever he moved, giving off the impression of absurd strength. His gray eyes didn't simply help him keep tabs on the shop but smiled with a job well done, or scowled at mistakes. Most people wear their expression on their faces. Nevin wore his expressions in his eyes.

And he was always there. Some Avora would joke that Nevin stoked one of the fires at night, and curled up next to one of his beloved ovens. As it was, for those wishing to learn the skill of glassworking, it was best to find him in the early mornings or late evenings. The less hustle and bustle going on, the easier it was to teach and learn.

Nevin, Master Glassworker

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