2nd of Winter, 513 AV
The Avora sighed, wishing she could just turn away and go to the Glass Reverie, to work with what she loved. Unfortunately, this wasn't an option, as the place had been closed until the Valintar decided there was no need to focus on bringing food to Wind Reach again. In a way, Syveris understood the need, and she was really willing to help. But that didn't mean she couldn't wish it was different, anyway.
She had gone the day before to the Arms Gallery, the place where she would be working - or trying to work - for the time being. The smiths had talked with her and other glassworkers about the safety procedures, how they could help, what they should do... She already knew about procedures, as they weren't that different from the Glass Reverie's, but she stayed quiet, secretly wanting the real work to begin as late as possible. The Avora had been very happy when the blacksmith dismissed them, since it meant the work would only start the day before. But she would have to work now, whatever she wanted to or not.
Syveris walked inside, looking at the big cavern, the heat not anywhere near the intensity of the heat in the Glass Reverie. Somehow, this made her feel a little cold, but maybe it was just her getting sentimental again. She shook her head, to clear her mind, and decided not to dwell too much on how things were going to be. The Avora would work where she was needed, to help Wind Reach go through the Winter and the famine. She was going back to glass on Spring, after all.
The Avora began to look around, searching for someone she could help, a little lost on what she was supposed to do. Would each glassworker help a blacksmith, or were they supposed to work around the Gallery, where they were needed? This had probably been discussed the day before, but in truth she wasn't really paying attention at all that boring stuff. To make things worse, she wasn't exactly sure how she could help, but then, she would just do whatever she was told to do. Syveris noticed that some of the artisans turned their eyes away from her when she looked at them, and she frowned. It was an odd behavior. Her attention then turned to a woman and a man arguing over something.
The man seemed angry, and the woman annoyed. Syveris was going to turn around, find someone a little less irritated so she could offer help, but the man suddenly looked at her, his face showing he wasn't very happy with the outcome of the argument. He motioned to her, and she approached him, a little weary.
"Apparently, I'll be the one having to deal with you for the day, so, say, do you have any useful skills?" he asked abruptly, his voice annoyed. His hair was messy, and so light it almost seemed blond. A very thin beard covered his chin.
"I have skills one would expect from a glassworker." Syveris answered, unsure about what he meant or if he was angry at her or at the woman he was arguing with.
"So the answer is no." the man mocked, narrowing his eyes. "Are you going to work or just get in the way? Your friend would like that." it took a moment for the Avora to understand what the man meant. She blinked at him a few times, trying to figure out what was he talking about. Was this about what the God had said on the meeting?
"If I wanted to get in the way, I wouldn't be wasting my time with you." Syveris growled back, annoyed at the other behavior. She hadn't done anything, and he was already accusing her. She was going to have to work under him, but he wasn't her mentor, and they were both Avora. They were equals in rank, and she wouldn't put up with accusations like this. "Just tell me what I can do to help and I'll do it."
The mocking smile that was her answer made her very certain that the man wanted to answer in a very rude manner. "You better do it. Now, I will be making arrows." he informed, and Syveris waited for more instructions. None came, and the Avora took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy, was it? Did she really had to put up with him? There were so many she could help.
"Stop it." Syveris turned, and saw the woman that was arguing with the man earlier. She had both hands on her waist, and her face was stern. "You. Take a bucket and fill this barrel with water so we can begin. There is some in the Gallery." she waved to Syveris to go away. "And you. Stop talking nonsense and work. When you waste your time talking, you are being useless."
With a hint of satisfaction, the Avora smiled to herself, taking the bucket the woman had showed her. Winter would be hard, and she knew people were going to be wary around her, but maybe she wouldn't feel the need to punch someone in the face.
The Avora sighed, wishing she could just turn away and go to the Glass Reverie, to work with what she loved. Unfortunately, this wasn't an option, as the place had been closed until the Valintar decided there was no need to focus on bringing food to Wind Reach again. In a way, Syveris understood the need, and she was really willing to help. But that didn't mean she couldn't wish it was different, anyway.
She had gone the day before to the Arms Gallery, the place where she would be working - or trying to work - for the time being. The smiths had talked with her and other glassworkers about the safety procedures, how they could help, what they should do... She already knew about procedures, as they weren't that different from the Glass Reverie's, but she stayed quiet, secretly wanting the real work to begin as late as possible. The Avora had been very happy when the blacksmith dismissed them, since it meant the work would only start the day before. But she would have to work now, whatever she wanted to or not.
Syveris walked inside, looking at the big cavern, the heat not anywhere near the intensity of the heat in the Glass Reverie. Somehow, this made her feel a little cold, but maybe it was just her getting sentimental again. She shook her head, to clear her mind, and decided not to dwell too much on how things were going to be. The Avora would work where she was needed, to help Wind Reach go through the Winter and the famine. She was going back to glass on Spring, after all.
The Avora began to look around, searching for someone she could help, a little lost on what she was supposed to do. Would each glassworker help a blacksmith, or were they supposed to work around the Gallery, where they were needed? This had probably been discussed the day before, but in truth she wasn't really paying attention at all that boring stuff. To make things worse, she wasn't exactly sure how she could help, but then, she would just do whatever she was told to do. Syveris noticed that some of the artisans turned their eyes away from her when she looked at them, and she frowned. It was an odd behavior. Her attention then turned to a woman and a man arguing over something.
The man seemed angry, and the woman annoyed. Syveris was going to turn around, find someone a little less irritated so she could offer help, but the man suddenly looked at her, his face showing he wasn't very happy with the outcome of the argument. He motioned to her, and she approached him, a little weary.
"Apparently, I'll be the one having to deal with you for the day, so, say, do you have any useful skills?" he asked abruptly, his voice annoyed. His hair was messy, and so light it almost seemed blond. A very thin beard covered his chin.
"I have skills one would expect from a glassworker." Syveris answered, unsure about what he meant or if he was angry at her or at the woman he was arguing with.
"So the answer is no." the man mocked, narrowing his eyes. "Are you going to work or just get in the way? Your friend would like that." it took a moment for the Avora to understand what the man meant. She blinked at him a few times, trying to figure out what was he talking about. Was this about what the God had said on the meeting?
"If I wanted to get in the way, I wouldn't be wasting my time with you." Syveris growled back, annoyed at the other behavior. She hadn't done anything, and he was already accusing her. She was going to have to work under him, but he wasn't her mentor, and they were both Avora. They were equals in rank, and she wouldn't put up with accusations like this. "Just tell me what I can do to help and I'll do it."
The mocking smile that was her answer made her very certain that the man wanted to answer in a very rude manner. "You better do it. Now, I will be making arrows." he informed, and Syveris waited for more instructions. None came, and the Avora took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy, was it? Did she really had to put up with him? There were so many she could help.
"Stop it." Syveris turned, and saw the woman that was arguing with the man earlier. She had both hands on her waist, and her face was stern. "You. Take a bucket and fill this barrel with water so we can begin. There is some in the Gallery." she waved to Syveris to go away. "And you. Stop talking nonsense and work. When you waste your time talking, you are being useless."
With a hint of satisfaction, the Avora smiled to herself, taking the bucket the woman had showed her. Winter would be hard, and she knew people were going to be wary around her, but maybe she wouldn't feel the need to punch someone in the face.
