Teniron Whitemorn double-checked out the window to make sure Kit had really gone. She had some letters to take to town, and it was his only time to work on finishing her gift. He saw no sign of her so he went to his work bench and opened the bottom drawer. He had hidden it under some of his plans and patterns. He pulled out the small box and opened it. Inside was a small piece of jade, only partially shaped, but enough that the basic form was showing the shape of a wind serpent. His plan was to turn it into a pendant for a necklace. The chain was already finished. He only needed to add the details to the serpent and it would be done.
He took it out and started working on it. He needed to finish before Kit returned.
Nessna Amberlight wasn’t really sure what to get for Sath’alor. After all, they hadn’t had much time to talk alone yet. Still, she thought she should get something to show that his gifts were well-received. Lani had plans to go into Silvermoon to get something for her Confessor. Nessna followed her up to the school when she went to ask for her portal so that she could tag along as well.
She brought Rylad along with her. He had recently taken his first steps and was already working towards running. Sometimes he went too fast for himself and wound up falling. He would certainly need to be watched closely in the market if he wanted to be put down. Luckily, for now, he was content to ride in his sling.
She wandered through the market, purposefully losing her sister. She’d look for her again when it was time to go. She came upon a stall with some camping equipment, and was looking at the pocket knives and sleeping bags.
Rylad started squirming in his sling as she looked over the items set up on the display. He reached towards the ground while giving a little cry.
“You want to get out for a bit?” Nessna asked while lifting him out of the sling. She put him down on his feet next to her and held his hand as she continued to look. One of the pocket knives also had a spoon and a fork, which she thought was funny, but practical.
Rylad tugged at her hand as he bent forward to look in a box under one of the tables. He pulled out a tin frying pan with his other hand and laughed.
Nessna wasn’t quite sure what he found funny about it, but she knelt beside him to look in the box with him. Besides the pan, there were two plates, two cups, and a cooking pot. They looked to be all part of the same set. She lifted the pot and found two more tin glasses underneath, these were shaped more as wine glasses than the cups were. She smiled at Rylad, “I’ll tell him you helped me pick it out.”
Lanthiriel Lightmist had lost her sister almost as soon as they arrived in Silvermoon. It was just as well. She didn’t want her seeing what she was buying for the Confessor, nor making comments about it. She already knew half of the gift. Lani had knit a scarf for him. It was blue. Nessna had insisted that it wasn’t his color and that winter was almost over. He wouldn’t need it. Lani had decided then that it couldn’t be the only thing she got for the Confessor. She quickly hurried to the market.
She was overwhelmed before even walking inside the wine shop. Some wines were better than others. The Confessor had said that himself. She tried to remember the kind that Nessna had received, but she didn’t know the name of it. She remembered the colors of the label though, and she thought perhaps she would recognize it. Her sister had told her it was a good wine and she wasn’t allowed to give that one to the Confessor. Nessna had hidden it anyway, so she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to make a mistake and give it to the Confessor if it was someplace she didn’t even know.
She was surprised to find that most of the labels looked fairly similar, as if there were some sort of standard colors and lettering that they had to use, or perhaps they were all done by the same person. She frowned as she looked at the shelves. Did the price matter? Expensive wines were good wines, right? Maybe she should have asked Nessna’s advice before losing her.
She frowned and took one of the moderately expensive bottles from the shelf. Surely, it had to be good.