Just Another Day

"I'll return later for her," Sigrid nodded to Doane and left.

"Ever wark wi' glass befar?" Doane tilted his head sideways as he looked at his new charge.

"Never," Shanku shook her head.

"Quite simple, really," Doane said and nodded for her to come to him. He scooped up a handful of sand from a giant basin built into the floor before him.

"Wee bit o' sand. Wee bit o' fyre," he blew a concentrated stream of fire into his hand and began to roll it between his hands.

"Bit o' wark," he said and began to hum. He scooped up his forgotten lump nearby and rolled the two together. When he finished, he held out a shining glass ball to Shanku. "Pretty as ye please!"

Shanku was fascinated and picked it up gently.

"So what do I do? I can't breathe fire," She asked absently as she examined the ball.

"Ya help me ge' da mixture. Sand, potash, and lime grinds," Doane said cheerfully. "Don't warry! Dere's a barrow for ye ta make it easy!"

Shanku looked behind her at a wooden wheelbarrow and clinched her fists. She drew her wings up around her and sullenly dropped her head. "...Where's de bloody supplies at?"

"Fallow me!" Doane pranced off happily, ignoring her sulking. "I need da make mahr anyway."