The flame of a candle
Timestamp: Day 5 of Fall 514 AV
Location: The candle shop Bright Lights in Lhavit
Ornea had only been aiming to buy candles for her new apartment but now she had been persuaded to attend a seminar about the history of candlemaking as well. She was told a visiting master candlemaker from a faraway city named Alvadas was going to hold this seminar.
Candlemaking wasn’t Ornea’s foremost interest exactly, she was only a user of candles and truth to be told she didn’t care how the candles were made as long as they worked as intended. But the shop owner was glowing with excitement as he spoke and his enthusiasm was contaminous . He had managed to convey this to Ornea and convince her that this seminar about candlemaking was a once in a lifetime opportunity she couldn’t miss.
She had bought two dozen normal candles, and now she watched while the shop owner picked the candles from the shelf and wrapped them in a piece of thin and cheap grey cloth and tied a piece of simple ribbon around the parcel. Ornea put the candles in her backpack and then she opened her purse and paid for the candles. She did’t walk around with every kina she owned; she used to keep most of her money in a safe place and used the purse to bring the money she could reasonably need. After paying the candles she had had two kina and a seven topaz left on her.
She put the purse in a pocket of the simple brown bryda pants she was wearing and turned to look in the direction the shop owner pointed to. The seminar was obviously going to be held in a corner of the shop. Small, simple wooden stools were placed in a half circle, facing a small round table consisting of a big round wood tray on top of on high thin spiderlike metal legs. Candles of various shapes and colors were arranged on the tray and behind it stood a mesmerizingly beautiful woman.
The woman was dressed in a silver shimmering, light grey Lhavit style outfit, with a long narrow skirt, a tight sleeveless bodice and a big shawl to drape over this. The shawl was however draped over the high back of a chair behind the woman, and she stood before them in only the skirt and bodice, slim and elegant. Her skin had a sunkissed, golden tone and long, glossy, black hair framed her lovely face and fell to her waist in soft, sleek waves. This was the master candlemaker, Iskiraya Mifune, an exotic and fascinating guest from the other side of the Kalean continent; the both legendary and somewhat ill reputed city of illusions.
The candle shop was lucky to have such a prominent visitor grant them a seminar, the shop owner had told Ornea.
Some people in the small audience gathered in the candle shop this early evening were already getting seated on the stools, while others still strolled around looking at candles on the shelves like they had decided to stay, yet weren’t really sure why. The shop owner went over to the door and shut if, closing the usual business for today. Then he rushed - rush was the only word for the eager way he moved - rushed to the spider legged tray table and lit the candles on it, after which he bowed to the exotic beauty in a very respectful way and went on to turn out all other lights in the shop one by one until only the light of the candles on the tray remained.
Ornea sat down on one of the stools, placed her backpack on the floor between her feet, and looked at the woman. When the Inarta met the clear, dark violet gaze of the lecturer, briefly, she felt a small pang of excitement, happiness and awe, just like when looking at a particularly good piece of art; a painting, a sculpture or other art or crafted items of very high quality indeed. The perfection of the woman was utter and complete. She was like a vison; a dream in silver, gold and black. Not a single tiny detail had been left to chance and the total impression was breathtaking. Ornea was vaguely aware of the others in the audience as they came to sit on the other stools, but she wasn’t looking at them. All her attention was fixed on the fantastic Iskiraya Mifune.
Now she watched this exceptionally stunning woman lift one of her golden skinned arm and reach out for a small silver bell on the try. The nails on her hand were almond shaped, gilded and glittered subtly in the candlelight. She lifted the bell and shook it slightly. A small, clear, metallic sound rang in the air, delicate as the song of a small bird. Ornea supposed the purpose was to make the audience aware it was time to start. She heard the steps of somebody arriving late and then it went silent.
For a few ticks it was totally silent.
“Welcome” said Iskiraya Mifune. Her voice was warm and deep and full of promises. “Welcome to this seminar about the history of candlemaking. I assure you this is a topic much more intriguing and exiting than most people would even guess at.”
She smiled, and her smile was as charming as you could expect from an alluring being like her.
The slightly flickering light of the candles on the tray lit up her face and made the silvery reflections of the fabric of her clothes shine and glimmer. “Welcome” she said a third time, in a final tone, sounding as mysterious as if she completed some kind of ritual, while her gaze trailed over the small audience like she was counting them.
A new smile, even more charming than the first one. “What do you already know about the history of candlemaking? I would like you to discuss this briefly with the people sitting next to you, just to get a first insight about how much the audience already know.”
Ornea looked at the people sitting next to her. They looked like men in the upper teens and at most lower twenties, and she must admit that she didn’t expect them to be overly knowledgeable about candle making history. She wondered what had made them attend. Perhaps they had simply seen the beauty of the lecturer and this was why they were there. If this was the case, she doubted they would admit it though. She wouldn’t be surprised if they would say something impressive, whether this was true or just something they made up out of the blue.
Her own reactions to them would be somewhat influenced by if they were equal to avora, artisans like herself and the lecturer, or if they were just common workers, the equivalent of chiet. Not that there were any castes in Lhavit, but in Orneas Inartan mindset there was. It wasn’t something she thought of actively, it was just something she took for granted. The words of crafters and artists would naturally be more important than the words of some mere worker. Then again, if somebody had a high standing of some kind and could be seen as superior and in some way possible to compare to an endal, their words would be very important indeed.
But no need to speculate. She would soon get to hear what they had to say and maybe there would be room for figuring out what they were worth. She offered her own nearly non existant knowledge first. Best to get it done and over with : “I’m a metalsmith. So I’m afraid I don’t know much about candle making. And I know even less about the history of candle making. But I’m really looking forward to learn more. And what about you?”
LedgerCandles - 48 jade kina
...Timestamp: Day 5 of Fall 514 AV
Location: The candle shop Bright Lights in Lhavit
Ornea had only been aiming to buy candles for her new apartment but now she had been persuaded to attend a seminar about the history of candlemaking as well. She was told a visiting master candlemaker from a faraway city named Alvadas was going to hold this seminar.
Candlemaking wasn’t Ornea’s foremost interest exactly, she was only a user of candles and truth to be told she didn’t care how the candles were made as long as they worked as intended. But the shop owner was glowing with excitement as he spoke and his enthusiasm was contaminous . He had managed to convey this to Ornea and convince her that this seminar about candlemaking was a once in a lifetime opportunity she couldn’t miss.
She had bought two dozen normal candles, and now she watched while the shop owner picked the candles from the shelf and wrapped them in a piece of thin and cheap grey cloth and tied a piece of simple ribbon around the parcel. Ornea put the candles in her backpack and then she opened her purse and paid for the candles. She did’t walk around with every kina she owned; she used to keep most of her money in a safe place and used the purse to bring the money she could reasonably need. After paying the candles she had had two kina and a seven topaz left on her.
She put the purse in a pocket of the simple brown bryda pants she was wearing and turned to look in the direction the shop owner pointed to. The seminar was obviously going to be held in a corner of the shop. Small, simple wooden stools were placed in a half circle, facing a small round table consisting of a big round wood tray on top of on high thin spiderlike metal legs. Candles of various shapes and colors were arranged on the tray and behind it stood a mesmerizingly beautiful woman.
The woman was dressed in a silver shimmering, light grey Lhavit style outfit, with a long narrow skirt, a tight sleeveless bodice and a big shawl to drape over this. The shawl was however draped over the high back of a chair behind the woman, and she stood before them in only the skirt and bodice, slim and elegant. Her skin had a sunkissed, golden tone and long, glossy, black hair framed her lovely face and fell to her waist in soft, sleek waves. This was the master candlemaker, Iskiraya Mifune, an exotic and fascinating guest from the other side of the Kalean continent; the both legendary and somewhat ill reputed city of illusions.
The candle shop was lucky to have such a prominent visitor grant them a seminar, the shop owner had told Ornea.
Some people in the small audience gathered in the candle shop this early evening were already getting seated on the stools, while others still strolled around looking at candles on the shelves like they had decided to stay, yet weren’t really sure why. The shop owner went over to the door and shut if, closing the usual business for today. Then he rushed - rush was the only word for the eager way he moved - rushed to the spider legged tray table and lit the candles on it, after which he bowed to the exotic beauty in a very respectful way and went on to turn out all other lights in the shop one by one until only the light of the candles on the tray remained.
Ornea sat down on one of the stools, placed her backpack on the floor between her feet, and looked at the woman. When the Inarta met the clear, dark violet gaze of the lecturer, briefly, she felt a small pang of excitement, happiness and awe, just like when looking at a particularly good piece of art; a painting, a sculpture or other art or crafted items of very high quality indeed. The perfection of the woman was utter and complete. She was like a vison; a dream in silver, gold and black. Not a single tiny detail had been left to chance and the total impression was breathtaking. Ornea was vaguely aware of the others in the audience as they came to sit on the other stools, but she wasn’t looking at them. All her attention was fixed on the fantastic Iskiraya Mifune.
Now she watched this exceptionally stunning woman lift one of her golden skinned arm and reach out for a small silver bell on the try. The nails on her hand were almond shaped, gilded and glittered subtly in the candlelight. She lifted the bell and shook it slightly. A small, clear, metallic sound rang in the air, delicate as the song of a small bird. Ornea supposed the purpose was to make the audience aware it was time to start. She heard the steps of somebody arriving late and then it went silent.
For a few ticks it was totally silent.
“Welcome” said Iskiraya Mifune. Her voice was warm and deep and full of promises. “Welcome to this seminar about the history of candlemaking. I assure you this is a topic much more intriguing and exiting than most people would even guess at.”
She smiled, and her smile was as charming as you could expect from an alluring being like her.
The slightly flickering light of the candles on the tray lit up her face and made the silvery reflections of the fabric of her clothes shine and glimmer. “Welcome” she said a third time, in a final tone, sounding as mysterious as if she completed some kind of ritual, while her gaze trailed over the small audience like she was counting them.
A new smile, even more charming than the first one. “What do you already know about the history of candlemaking? I would like you to discuss this briefly with the people sitting next to you, just to get a first insight about how much the audience already know.”
Ornea looked at the people sitting next to her. They looked like men in the upper teens and at most lower twenties, and she must admit that she didn’t expect them to be overly knowledgeable about candle making history. She wondered what had made them attend. Perhaps they had simply seen the beauty of the lecturer and this was why they were there. If this was the case, she doubted they would admit it though. She wouldn’t be surprised if they would say something impressive, whether this was true or just something they made up out of the blue.
Her own reactions to them would be somewhat influenced by if they were equal to avora, artisans like herself and the lecturer, or if they were just common workers, the equivalent of chiet. Not that there were any castes in Lhavit, but in Orneas Inartan mindset there was. It wasn’t something she thought of actively, it was just something she took for granted. The words of crafters and artists would naturally be more important than the words of some mere worker. Then again, if somebody had a high standing of some kind and could be seen as superior and in some way possible to compare to an endal, their words would be very important indeed.
But no need to speculate. She would soon get to hear what they had to say and maybe there would be room for figuring out what they were worth. She offered her own nearly non existant knowledge first. Best to get it done and over with : “I’m a metalsmith. So I’m afraid I don’t know much about candle making. And I know even less about the history of candle making. But I’m really looking forward to learn more. And what about you?”
LedgerCandles - 48 jade kina