BiFrosts | Sea Glass

[Fyrri]

In his down time, Fyrri had been fiddling with concepts in his notebook. From sketches and notes that he'd begun to compile for his encyclopedia, to small projects for himself, he'd been rather busy.

Down time felt like work almost as much as his actual job did, but Fyrri enjoyed that too. It felt good to be useful to his city.

This project though, was far more mild. And, admittedly, indulgent.

Fyrri carried himself respectfully, graceful as he could be with his lumbering size. His tail snaked behind him, gait purposeful as he made his way in the direction of his Aunt Rav's tent. He was hopeful that he'd find a certain cat there.

Fyrri slowed to a halt just outside, giving his chest fur a lap, tasting the faint brine that clung to his pelt once more. He'd missed the salty tang of the sea, and was ridiculously pleased to feel part of it once again.

He cleared his throat. "Miss Freyja?" Fyrri announced himself, ducking into the tent to make sure he wasn't accidentally disrupting Ari, or his Aunt. His expression seemed to brighten as he spotted a familiar dark pelt.

"Miss Freyja." He echoed, no longer searching. "I hope you aren't busy. May I step in?"

[Freyja]

Freyja was actually preparing to exit her family’s tent when she hears pawsteps approach. The dark molly moves to the side to give enough space which soon filled by Fyrri’s presence.

Busy? No. Well… ”I would’ve been had you not interrupted,” she states. ”But it’s not too important. What is it?”

[Fyrri]

Alright, fair enough. Fyrri has long since been worried about Freyja’s bluntness. It had it’s uses, and it made most things… easier in the long run. Maybe a bit of a bruised ego, but… he could deal with that.

Fyrri stepped in, his size filling the tent’s entrance within a few moments. ”I’ll make it quick, then.” His tail twitched. ”You’re familiar with glass working now I assume, yes?” Better to be right to the point. ”I was hoping to commission you with something. It isn’t urgent, more of a decorative thing, something you can do in your off-time.” Freyja was family, and still young. She’d need the experience. It was partly why Fyrri didn’t feel bad asking her.

[Freyja]

Glass work? Great… Upon the request, Freyja glances around the tent,  wishing her mother was here to take the commission instead. A much  better diver for the job. Freyja was far from perfect with her first  attempts with glass.

She isn’t sure whether or not Fyrri saw her  creation- maybe it’s best he didn’t. It wasn’t horrendous by any means.  But it wasn’t good enough.

On the other hand, it is practice, a  way to get ahead… and glass-making is a new art form, after all. The  more practice, the better. Helping Fyrri won’t do any more bad than it  does good.

Fyrri isn’t stupid. He knows the risks to commissioning a novice. He must trust her enough…

”Okay,” Freyja decides with a nod. ”What is it, exactly? I will get on it as soon as I can.”

[Fyrri]

Blue eyes tracked Freyja’s gaze as it moved away, anxiously flitting around. Fyrri remained firm in his choice. He waited until she finally replied.

He then nodded, affirming. Good.

”Nothing much, admittedly, but I’ve had the idea in my head for a little while.” Fyrri went to fish his notebook out from his pouch, flipping to a newer page. He’d had plenty of ideas, but this one felt like it’d been in the works for a while. ”Mostly, I just need pieces of glass, any colour or shape. But I was thinking-“ He pointed to the drawing he’d done, depicting two slats of wood, tied in the middle by a long thread. Glass dangled from the string.

One piece was fish shaped, slightly odd looking. Obviously another creature from his dreams. ”Would something like this be possible?” Fyrri flipped to the next page, tapping a closer up render of the creature. ”Doesn’t have to be exactly like this, of course, but as… idea fodder.”

[Freyja]

Freyja’s interest seems piqued as Fyrri pulls out the notebook that seems to always be at his side. When he flips through the pages, she can’t help but glance at the brief previews of whatever lies behind them. Some sketches, some writing, some color- it’s not enough time to get a full idea.

Soon enough he reaches the exact page, and she leans over to take a good look. The odd-looking pieces of glass are… something unlike any other. Not just glass, but it’s meant to be something- like it was something a Forsetian would wittle out of wood. Obviously, shaping glass would be harder and nothing anyone out of Forseti could dream of.

Freyja nods. ”I understand,” she replies. She quickly asks, ”What is this for? Your tent?”

[Fyrri]

His gaze remained steady as Freyja looked over the page, settling back so that she could spend as much time as she liked studying the notes.

Fyrri wrapped his tail around his paws, blinking at her question. "Decoration mostly, yes." He admitted, trying to force himself not to sound sheepish about it. "I was thinking of hanging it outside my family's tent." The tom patted the notebook. "Like an archway of sorts. I made something once, for... Anahita's family tent." Would Freyja remember that? How long ago had it been? "A windchime, for their family. It was... somewhat of an inspiration for this, too."

The fisher pulled back, looking over Freyja's expression. "I suppose the middle piece doesn't have to be as intricate. I'm not sure how versatile glass is as a medium yet."

[Freyja]

Freyja glances to the floor in thought at the mention of an Anahita. She's sure she's heard of the name before, but whoever she was, she's far from Freyja's memory now.

She bows her head to her cousin. "I'll experiment with it," she says. "You will not be disappointed, I promise."

After her declaration, she stares at Fyrri, intense and silent. She wants to say something, so it seems, but it's taking her awhile to do so.

In the end, she doesn't really say anything. She just looks at him.