An Unnatural Love of Shiny

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Now that Nehaalista could work a little bit more naturally (her leg still ached, but at least it wasn't hard to walk on), she'd set out to find a forge. And found one she did, recently used, if the embers in the forge were any indication. With a little, strange sort of almost-grunt, she dropped her box of ore on the ground beside and relit the flame, stoking it until heat boiled from the red mouth of the forge.

While on shore leave, Nehaalista had been able to purchase some ore. To not do anything with her hands while stuck aboard Stacy would have driven her crazy, and Nehaalista wasn't about to let that happen to her sanity. After all, what would happen if she did go crazy? Start gyrating wildly while standing on a mailbox?

She wasn't a night elf, for Light's sake. Sorry, Choline.

Nehaalista prospected half the box, pulling away a few dozen uncut gems and setting them aside. They were strange, and Nehaalista couldn't think of names, but had arranged them by color. The rest of the ore was melted down into bars, one of which Nehaalista hefted in one hand.

Now, what to make? She pushed away a limp, sweaty curl and swished her tail against the chair, thoughtfully.

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She looked up, a loupe on one eye to better examine the cut of the stone she was working on. It would probably be a bust; there were many spider-web like flaws in it, and it would make the stone difficult to cut. Through the loupe, one eye seemed to glow extra bright, giving Nehaalista the appearance of a... well, of a giant, horned flashlight.

She waved.

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"Jeweler I take it?" said Ed, recognizing the loupe that was attached to her eye. The glowing eyes was new but so was all of her. He figured she was one of the newest arrivals like he was.

"I'm Ed. Need a hand or are you good?"

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Nehaalista signed at Ed, [I'm fine.] She put down her bar and peered at the little human, standing up to her full, lofty height. Humans would never cease to amaze her with their little size. A shame the lot of them were crazy.

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He understood a little of that. Other languages, especially sign language wasn't on his priority list but he could get the gist of it. "That's good. Just wanted to swing by, see what was cooking."

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She smiled and bowed, [Thank you for your concern. Is there anything I can make you?] Always the shopkeeper's daughter, it seemed. She took off the loupe and rubbed her eye. How long had she been looking at that stone? Hmph.