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More then Metal was an immaculate shop, always spotless of dust, dirt, and cobwebs. Océane was finding it hard to find anything to clean really, it was mainly just polishing off already pristine surfaces. Either way, Darcy and Macy wanted her to keep the shop clean, while they handled the customers. She was not allowed to use the forge just yet, since they wanted her to gain knowledge on gemstones and the forge first. They told her she was going to make mistakes while using the forge, that was fine, but complete idiocy of the use of one was not. With that, she cleaned the shop, Macy lectured her and shared knowledge on Gemology, and she would write down notes to look over while she was off, or could not sleep at night at the Cubacious Inn.
While she was replacing items back in their rightful homes on the shelves, since she had just took everything off to clean it off, Macy came over tapping her on the shoulder. Océane jumped slightly, making the woman chuckle, [color=black:3vylb9mz][b:3vylb9mz]”Sorry dear, I did not mean to scare you. I wanted to ask you if you knew about Gem Classification?”[/b:3vylb9mz][/color:3vylb9mz] Océane who was a bit startled and was still calming her racing heart, shook her head no. Macy gave a grin and motioned her forward as she walked to the counter. Océane finished replacing the items on the shelves, then walked over to Macy with a smile on her face, asking in her burr voice, [color=black:3vylb9mz]”What did you need?”[/color:3vylb9mz] Macy's smile brightened, [color=black:3vylb9mz][b:3vylb9mz]”Just wanted to tell you about Gem Classification since you are done cleaning now.”[/b:3vylb9mz][/color:3vylb9mz]
Océane gave her an excited look, her eyes brightened and became wide, [color=black:3vylb9mz] “Really?! I would love that!”[/color:3vylb9mz] She said happily making Macy chuckle, [color=black:3vylb9mz][b:3vylb9mz]”Wonderful! Grab your book and writing utensils and I will begin.”[/b:3vylb9mz][/color:3vylb9mz] Océane did as she was instructed, sitting down beside Macy, dipping her quill into the ink vial ready to take notes, hungry for the information that Macy was about to provide. It made her feel like a kid receiving a present from their parent, whenever someone offered information to her. It was a almost greedy feeling, but filled with delight. She craved it, like a fat kid does sweets.
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