posted by Ellanutella
The snow was starting to melt, turning into puddles and mush piled on the sides of the streets. Gheris slogged through mud and across slippery cobblestones from the far side of the city, back to the less-than-fortunate area between the markets and docks. With her hat on and head down, her ears were covered and large eyes mostly unseen, ensuring that no one commented on an elf so far from the Alienage.
For the last two weeks, she’d been going to a jeweler in the rich area of the city almost daily. He’d started to chase her out almost as soon as she stepped in, telling her he’d send a runner when her commission was good and ready. But she lingered long after, watching him work. Just in case.
Finnian’s betrayal had been good for something, perhaps. The stone she wasn’t able to sell had chipped recently and she realized under the brown exterior, a shimmering blue was visible inside. With Naessa and Ferron recently bonded, she needed to give them something, but had little of what they would need. So she had the jeweler split it into two and carve it into something beautiful. The tiny, shimmering blue-and-golden brown bow and arrow, each on a separate silver chain, were carefully placed in delicate satin cloth and then in small boxes.
They were burning holes in her belt pockets. She wanted to pull them out and admire them right there in the middle of the street. If they hadn’t been wedding gifts, she might have tried to rob Naessa and Ferron of them later. She’d toyed with sending them to the new Iar Keeper to get them enchanted, but thought it might be best if they did that themselves. Naessa would know best what they needed.
The jeweler had been reluctant at first, but Gheris had pulled every string Rickety could find her and he agreed. For a decent price, no less. She liked to think the jeweler had grown fond of her, in a way.
Gheris stomped the sludge and mud from her boots outside and entered the pawn shop.
“I’ve returned!” she called.
Peering down the aisles, she could see Rickety wasn’t in the back. She smelled tea and qaffa. She hurried up the stairs, shedding her cloak as she did, and pushed open the door.
“Rickety, I hav-“
Rickety looked up at her from his seat. The study was re-arranged to accommodate guests. Rickety had his customary mug of qaffa before him, and Segonal had a mug of her tea in his hands. She stopped short, staring.