36th Day of Summer, 512 AV
Crafts Gallery
'Glasswork, no matter how magnificent or simply, how clear or colorful, how smooth or jagged, can break with more ease than a sleep has moved to wake. Such a fragile existence and a risky livelihood. If one work of glass were to shatter or break, it would be no surprise. If all of them were to be shattered over the course of a night, there were would much anguish.'
Kanri arrived at the archway to the Crafts Gallery a little late that morning, having slept in accidentally. She had agreed to help her mother that day assemble a window that was going out with a group of traders that were planning on returning to Wind Reach sometime soon, though she was loathe to admit she hadn't really minded the details. She expected the usual orderly, calm environment that was condusive to crafting work. Instead, she found utter chaos, with a sprinkling of shouting.
Glass shards blanketed the floors and shelves, like newly fallen snow. A path had been shoveled through the Craft Gallery clearing a path to walk on to navigate the messy hall. There were some Inartans crying quietly over the destroyed glasswork. A few Chiets and Deks were already going about cleaning up the mess while some angry individuals were being soothed. Kanri felt a mixture of surprise, anguish, and disgust rise in her immediately. It was like stomping on a field of butterflies and leaving their carcasses in a pile... then calling it a grand achievement. Disgusting! And who would do such a thing? Who would so systematically destroy those fantastic works of art so dear to the Inarta? If they had a glass collection of their own, Kanri was absolutely ready to smash theirs.
She picked her way carefully down the shoveled or swept path, moving towards where she thought she would find her mother working. Or cleaning. Kanri's eyes hopefully searched all the corners of the room for a piece of glass that had not been destroyed, looking towards corners and walls that had once held complex work-in-progress pieces. She found them all empty. And yet, there were some painters and weavers already at work, trying to ignore the carcasses of glass works that lay dead all around them. How could they sit their so calmly and work while their beloved glassworks had been destroyed?
Kanri found herself growing progressively more restless and angry, as well as more horrified and miserable, as she searched for her mother. She would be crying over the loss of such beautiful works too, but she would also be very calm and know just what to say to make this all better. Then, Kanri shook her head and realized she couldn't rely on her mother to help her get through this. She needed to figure out who or what smashed the works, and why, on her own... or with the first group of investigators she could gather.