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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Victor accepted the coins with a quiet nod, his fingers closing around them without counting—not there, not in front of her. Trust, even in small gestures, had a way of shaping how people carried themselves. He would confirm the total later while adding them to the till.
"It will be ready when you return," he said, already setting her wand aside with a care. "When you return, the carving will be set. Give it a day before polishing—let the wood settle into the work. It will hold better, that way."
He inclined his head slightly. "I will see you shortly."
And as she left — bright and carrying that restless energy he knew well — Victor remained where he was only a moment longer before turning back to the wand. His hand hovered just above it, not yet touching, as his gaze traced along the grain. He was already considering the work ahead: where each petal might rest, how the curve of each carved bloom would follow the natural lines of the wood rather than fight them.
Time to get this to one of his engravers!
Saina had noted, with a hint of confusion, that the coins were not counted. Obviously not knowing the true reason, she chalked it up to Victor having seen her count them out and was satisfied. But talk returned to her soon-to-be-carved wand, leaving all other thoughts up in the air. “Noted!” the girl replied, eager as ever to lay eyes on the completed wand. Could one hour elapse already?
It did actually, though it all felt like an eternity to her.
Full of ice cream and butterbeer, which likely meant that Sai would be bouncing off the walls later thanks to a sugar rush, she returned to the shop. Excitement and anticipation in the undulate levels that she was feeling surely would not help.
Sai stepped up to the counter, her eyes searching for the familiar form of the nice shopkeeper. |
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