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It was happening again... Once more she left the Cubacious end, taking a right, then a left, then another right until for what ever reason the streets were changing from pavement to a fur like quality. She was becoming lost, as usual in the ever changing streets of Alvadas. Océane stopped, closing her eyes and clearing her mind. Taking in deep breaths she opened them and took another right, this time the street was pavement, crumbling stone buildings surrounding her. “Okay.. This is... Somewhat familiar.. Oh I am not sure!” The woman thought to herself slinging her hands up in the air from confusion as she stomped across the street, taking a left. Once again she was no where she wanted to be, instead she was back at the Cubacious Inn. Giving a frustrated sigh, she leaned against the building a bit irritated. Océane was fond of the city, the illusions, how nothing was ever monotonous in the city.. Then days like this would happen and she would be so frustrated. Brushing her magma-curls from her face, she looked around. Last time she had made a right, so if she made a left would it lead her where she wanted to be, or should she once more take a right since the illusionist would not expect that.
With her mind made up, she decided to take a right again, picking up the pace of her walk on the stoned road, winding around the square like city. She veered right, then made a left, finally where she wanted to be came into view. With the metal art in front of the shop, the shadow casting from the intertwining mess the words “More then Metal” displayed on the building. She had finally made it to her job, hoping Darcy and Macy was not too peeved at her running a few chimes late, she jogged to the old door, pushing slightly as the endearing creak echoed through out the shop. Entering the pristine and always organized Metalsmithing Shop, she darted an apologetic look to Macy then Darcy, “The streets were being playful again.” She said softly, hoping they would not be too upset. Darcy and Macy just gave her knowing looks, as they probably dealt with the same thing every day.
“It is okay dear, it happens all the time, do not fret!” Macy said in a kind tone, Darcy giving a grunt of agreement as he went back to the work space to continue his work. Macy shook her head chuckling, ”Before you start your cleaning for today, I would like to teach you some more steps on Gem Stone Identification. Get your writing utensils out and your journal, it is about to get fun!” Macy said all bubbly and bright, even in the early hours of the morning. Océane wondered if she even had a mean bone inside her body, as she was always so kind and bright.
Identification of Gemstones 1
51st Summer 515 AV
51st Summer 515 AV
It was happening again... Once more she left the Cubacious end, taking a right, then a left, then another right until for what ever reason the streets were changing from pavement to a fur like quality. She was becoming lost, as usual in the ever changing streets of Alvadas. Océane stopped, closing her eyes and clearing her mind. Taking in deep breaths she opened them and took another right, this time the street was pavement, crumbling stone buildings surrounding her. “Okay.. This is... Somewhat familiar.. Oh I am not sure!” The woman thought to herself slinging her hands up in the air from confusion as she stomped across the street, taking a left. Once again she was no where she wanted to be, instead she was back at the Cubacious Inn. Giving a frustrated sigh, she leaned against the building a bit irritated. Océane was fond of the city, the illusions, how nothing was ever monotonous in the city.. Then days like this would happen and she would be so frustrated. Brushing her magma-curls from her face, she looked around. Last time she had made a right, so if she made a left would it lead her where she wanted to be, or should she once more take a right since the illusionist would not expect that.
With her mind made up, she decided to take a right again, picking up the pace of her walk on the stoned road, winding around the square like city. She veered right, then made a left, finally where she wanted to be came into view. With the metal art in front of the shop, the shadow casting from the intertwining mess the words “More then Metal” displayed on the building. She had finally made it to her job, hoping Darcy and Macy was not too peeved at her running a few chimes late, she jogged to the old door, pushing slightly as the endearing creak echoed through out the shop. Entering the pristine and always organized Metalsmithing Shop, she darted an apologetic look to Macy then Darcy, “The streets were being playful again.” She said softly, hoping they would not be too upset. Darcy and Macy just gave her knowing looks, as they probably dealt with the same thing every day.
“It is okay dear, it happens all the time, do not fret!” Macy said in a kind tone, Darcy giving a grunt of agreement as he went back to the work space to continue his work. Macy shook her head chuckling, ”Before you start your cleaning for today, I would like to teach you some more steps on Gem Stone Identification. Get your writing utensils out and your journal, it is about to get fun!” Macy said all bubbly and bright, even in the early hours of the morning. Océane wondered if she even had a mean bone inside her body, as she was always so kind and bright.
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