Post by Aquitaine™ on Jan 10, 2010 16:51:08 GMT -5
Come here if you need something, like a rider's sword 
Aquitaine took the image. Some young älfainn wanted her forehead decorated by silver tiara. „How about if we changed it little bit here and here?“ she asked and redrawn the image. She pointed at the mirror and showed her how exactly might it look like on her head. „I think it is great.“ Replied the young lady and Aquitaine nodded. She signed the lady that she is free to go. „It will be done in three hours.“ She noticek and vanished in the back of the store. She picked up few silver bars on her way and silver rod. Then she dug up a pouch with tiny diamonds down from the box and took some. She went to the furnace. „Brisingr.“ She barked and the fire appeared inside. She put the silver in a bowl and hung it inside. When it melted, she started singing. She sang about the beauty of the crown’s wearer, and about the beauty it’s own. The silver started to swirl, and then it shot out of the bowl, like a floating stream, stopping in front of her and forming the rough shape of the crown. Aquitaine then aded mor emagic to her song, singing about the stars it should reflect, as the tiara was designed to imitate the night sky. All the details were almost made, when she sung about the brightest star, the one that should be in the middle. A flat space created there. And she sang about cold water, and the silver cooled down quickly, giving it a night-blue color, that reflected like a moonlight. She took the tiara and checked every edge. Perfect. She took the gem, put it on it’s spot and wrapped it’s base with the silver rod. Then she heated it, fixing the gem to the crown. It all took about two hours.
Aquitaine took the image. Some young älfainn wanted her forehead decorated by silver tiara. „How about if we changed it little bit here and here?“ she asked and redrawn the image. She pointed at the mirror and showed her how exactly might it look like on her head. „I think it is great.“ Replied the young lady and Aquitaine nodded. She signed the lady that she is free to go. „It will be done in three hours.“ She noticek and vanished in the back of the store. She picked up few silver bars on her way and silver rod. Then she dug up a pouch with tiny diamonds down from the box and took some. She went to the furnace. „Brisingr.“ She barked and the fire appeared inside. She put the silver in a bowl and hung it inside. When it melted, she started singing. She sang about the beauty of the crown’s wearer, and about the beauty it’s own. The silver started to swirl, and then it shot out of the bowl, like a floating stream, stopping in front of her and forming the rough shape of the crown. Aquitaine then aded mor emagic to her song, singing about the stars it should reflect, as the tiara was designed to imitate the night sky. All the details were almost made, when she sung about the brightest star, the one that should be in the middle. A flat space created there. And she sang about cold water, and the silver cooled down quickly, giving it a night-blue color, that reflected like a moonlight. She took the tiara and checked every edge. Perfect. She took the gem, put it on it’s spot and wrapped it’s base with the silver rod. Then she heated it, fixing the gem to the crown. It all took about two hours.