Flashback Another Day at The Glassworks

[Tridactyl]

Timestamp: Summer, Year 513, Day 87


Tridactyl slowly poured the molten glass into a mold he had ordered just yesterday. The syrupy trickle of hot liquid filled in the vase-shaped clay-piece surprisingly quickly, causing Tridactyl's hands to tremble. This was only his twelfth time working with glass - eleven of which had been theory and watching his master shape.

"No! No NO NO NO NO!" The bellow of Enrys Rankels' voice cut smashed through the silence like a mace through wood. "You are dribbling all over my beautiful mold! No STOP! Give that to me. Now - observe - I ca-re-ful-ly let the molten glass flow into my mold. Remember what I have told you about rushing! Now - answer this - why do we listen to glass after it has begun to settle?"

Tridactyl frowned. He knew this. It was on the tip of his tongue. "You nee-"

"WRONG" Yelled Master Enrys. "We listen for the pop and crackle of bubbles. Can you hear any bubbles? No? Good. That means you have done something right for once, you stupid boy. Now. We still have some more molten glass. Here - pour it into this. Yes. Yes. Yes. Good. That is the way. Excellent, in fact. See, this mold is a lot more difficult because of the hills and valleys it has- nothing too bad, though. Now. I have for you a slug of glass at my station. I want to see what you can do with it. "