76th of Fall, 513 AV
After she had woken up, it took the Avora a while before she got out of her bed. During that time, Syveris kept staring at the ceiling, thinking about the events that occurred during the Season. She had heard that the hunters were having each time more difficulty in finding game, and that meant Winter was probably going to be rash. It made her feel guilty, that she wasn't out there hunting for her people. However, she had chosen to become a glassblower, and she had promised herself she would not regret this decision, ever. The Avora cleared her mind, taking deep breaths, waiting for the pessimist thoughts to leave her mind before rolling out of bed.
It was work day, and she was being expected in the Glass Reverie. However, she was still early, and Syveris didn't think she would be late. Taking her time, the Avora moved lazily around her room, gathering the clothes she had thrown over one of the chairs. She got dressed, before she walked to the table she had moved to the far corner of the room, making it stand closer to the wall.
The small crate was resting on top of the table, full of pieces of a soft and warm blanket. Syveris looked inside, smiling at the egg that rested on said blankets. The Avora reached inside, and turned the egg, as carefully as she could. Syveris sighed. It was hard work, to take care of the egg, but she wouldn't give up.
Syveris took her waistband from the table, put it around her waist and walked towards the door. After sending a last glance to the crate, she smiled and left. Sometimes it worried her, to leave the egg unwatched, but she needed to work, and just sit around looking at the egg the whole day would drive her mad. Humming, the Avora made her way to the Glass Reverie, wondering what she would be making.
After she had woken up, it took the Avora a while before she got out of her bed. During that time, Syveris kept staring at the ceiling, thinking about the events that occurred during the Season. She had heard that the hunters were having each time more difficulty in finding game, and that meant Winter was probably going to be rash. It made her feel guilty, that she wasn't out there hunting for her people. However, she had chosen to become a glassblower, and she had promised herself she would not regret this decision, ever. The Avora cleared her mind, taking deep breaths, waiting for the pessimist thoughts to leave her mind before rolling out of bed.
It was work day, and she was being expected in the Glass Reverie. However, she was still early, and Syveris didn't think she would be late. Taking her time, the Avora moved lazily around her room, gathering the clothes she had thrown over one of the chairs. She got dressed, before she walked to the table she had moved to the far corner of the room, making it stand closer to the wall.
The small crate was resting on top of the table, full of pieces of a soft and warm blanket. Syveris looked inside, smiling at the egg that rested on said blankets. The Avora reached inside, and turned the egg, as carefully as she could. Syveris sighed. It was hard work, to take care of the egg, but she wouldn't give up.
Syveris took her waistband from the table, put it around her waist and walked towards the door. After sending a last glance to the crate, she smiled and left. Sometimes it worried her, to leave the egg unwatched, but she needed to work, and just sit around looking at the egg the whole day would drive her mad. Humming, the Avora made her way to the Glass Reverie, wondering what she would be making.
x Poppy