Ten-Thousand Cuts

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Nehaalista was just where she'd promised she'd be. Most days she spent were on the Observation Deck, watching the Bleed go by much the same way she'd watched it pass on the Exodar before the crash. Back then, however, she'd also been occupied with proper duties, and proper training. And family.

She shook her head and looked at her wares. Necklaces, rings, small loose gems, large loose gems, settings, bracelets and cuffs. It shone and glinted in the light. She toyed idly with one of her curls, pulling it straight and letting it snap back.

Well, if they wanted them, they would come. In the meantime, Nehaalista picked up a book and read, The Light and How to Swing It

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Stephen's lips twitched. He was too used to making snarky comments. This time he let his willpower win over. [If you say so, but I'm not convinced that watching you do anything would be boring.]

He did take time to admire the blue stone. It was utterly unfamiliar to him, though it did recall the blue-topaz version of his birthstone. And it certainly set off the band Nehaalista had set it in admirably.

[Thank you for the gift. And I'm very glad you found uses for the ore. I'll have to see if I can scrounge up any more for you.] Or appropriate debris from the city to transmute via Matter. Not that he was going to reveal that particular secret. He only gave the Draenei a smile.