Completed [Inner Fire Glass] Lost souvenir

[Tatiam]

25th day of Spring, 513 AV It was there, I swear it was... Inspecting the glass beads attentively, Tatiam's brow furrowed. None of them would do. None of them could possibly take the place of the pendant she used to have. It had taken her many days and a lot of will to brave her way to this shop. There were too many memories here, she shouldn't even be close to anything pertaining to the Inarta. This was way too personal and sentimental. No, no, nope, that's not it, no, nope, no... Sighing deeply and soundly, Tatiam knew she wasn't looking in the right place, but she had rummaged and made a mess of her apartment looking for the symbolic jewelry. There was nothing that she could do about it, but she refused to let things be this way. It took her everything to prevent herself from snapping in the shop. The young woman took one of the necklaces in her hands, cursing at it mentally, willing it to change and turn into the one she wanted. Not one color, one stripe of melted, mixed glass could ever make up for it. It was pathetic, but there was something else she finally realized amidst all of it. "...It's been too long, I gotta go," she thought aloud. Change couldn't necessarily bring or make anything easier, but the idea flourished in the young artist's mind, the longing to lose herself, to disappear, to break the habit. Tatiam left the shop, hurrying towards the docks, almost afraid to miss an opportunity in the matter of mere chimes.