[The Crow Workshop] Black Tourmaline And White Moonstone

[Viskyia Crow]

TS: Late Ioannes, Summer, XIV (pf)

It was fitting somehow, Viskyia thought, as she laid the spear of black tourmaline out on her worktable and matched it up with the chunk of luminous moonstone that so suited it. This would be her last project in the workshop. It would be many things... a testimony to a new beginning, a farewell to an old lifestyle, and a symbol of something she wasn't quite ready to accept... a growing warmth in her heart when her thoughts turned to a man who lived half a world away.

Not that she'd ever admit such rubbish to herself. No, not the stoic jeweler who was obsessed in a thousand ways ... of one ultimate goal; staying free. Viskyia was weird about certain things... things that represented tiny losses of freedom. She hoarded each and every tiny tendril of her independence as if it was one of her precious gems... keeping it safe, polishing it, and planning for its eventual immortality.

But thats not exactly where her thoughts turned, as she opened her sketchpad, reviewing the drawings she'd done of the pieces she had planned in her mind. One for her, one for him. On the parchment pages were a sketch of a man's face... a deep dark-skinned Vyssie with laughing eyes and a shining inner strength that her poor artistic abilities still managed to capture. That then was translated over to something else... a jewelry piece.

It would be the first thing she ever made for herself.